This is the show that never ends!
For it goes on and on, my friends ...

Great googly moogly. Tonight was perhaps the longest f-ing pageant I have ever been at. At least there was good company to pass the time with. Some of The Others were in attendance (Me, Princess Mombi, Z, Ree) to support Miata on stage. Miata did not win. She didn't even place, or even win swimsuit (which is generally a slam-dunk for her). This did not please the peanut gallery.

Anyhow, the show started at 7 PM and they didn't crown until damned near 11 PM. It was like the freaking Mount Rose American Teen Princess pageant (oh, crap. crap crap crap.) Bad and obscure pageant references were in ample supply, the comments were lewd and loud, and we just generally had a good ol time with the whole experience. I mean, you have to have things to do to amuse yourself when the pageant you are at has the following elements:

• The "Featured Entertainers" consist of two pre-teen girls dancing to "It's Rainin Men". They looked like they were strippers that misplaced their poles.
• Oh, and the other "Featured Entertainer"? A nice man that played the accordion. I'm not shitting you.
• One of the girls actually used the word "vagina" on stage. Classic.
• Did I mention yet that we sat there through 40 years' worth of past winners, and their life stories? I mean, yeah, I'm so glad you met your husband at a fast food restaraunt, and that you have 5 kids. But sheesh, can't you just wave at the crowd and smile?
• During evening gown, one of the contestants walked out in a stunning black gown, looked to be a knit (possibly a St. John). Black. Silver rhinestone buckle on a gently gathered waist. She was POURED into it. Puddle train. Rockin' gown, all around. But then ... as she hit her final pose and walked off stage ... there was a strip of TP on her shoe.

At any rate, it was a long night. Check out Princess Mombi's joint and read her update soon, as I'm sure it will be far wittier than mine. After all, I was too busy making cracks about wanting "tougher sentences for parole violators, Stan ... and WORLD PEACE."

Chatted up NewBoy (he really needs a better name than that) on the way home. He was bar-hopping with his friends, and I didn't want to intrude. So we said our polite good-nights, and I drove the rest of the 40 minutes home while blasting a little Nine Inch Nails -"Closer" being the song of choice ... which is totally apropo for my mood right now, I think.

Till tomorrow ... sleep well.