someone once gave me this book when i was a teenager that taught you how to make spells. it talked about getting fingernails from the person you were in love with to grind down and make them in to some kind of horrible lavender candle to burn after 21 days of sleeping with it under your pillow and chanting some song - result: returned love. i remember seriously thinking, how the hell am i going to get me some of those fingernails??
after walking through pouring rain to the regular thursday night couch that seems to back up night after night laughs that make your face fall off, the memory of that spell book came flooding back.
'wow, i just found a leatherman!!!'
'um, that's my leather man.'
'when the hell did you get a leatherman, and carry it around in your handbag?'
'well it's mine ok!'
i'm like ok possessive, lets put this hand bag sized multi tool to some good use...managed to carve our initials in rapid speed with such precision into a back wall, hmm, what can we do next.
'i have such a good idea'
'what?'
'i feel like we need to snip someones hair with these amazingly sharp scissors, and then make some crazy spell!'
'OK!!, off you go'
i was not very good at the secret style of snipping and felt like the best result was going to come from asking out right:
'ben can i have some hair'
'WHAT'S IT FOR!!!' god why was he screaming at me?
'it's for witch craft ben!' tall mikey - right on the money!
'I'M NOT GIVING YOU ANY OF MY HAIR, YOU CRAZY'
'oh come on, what you are not into any witching?? listen to the music you are playing, 60's hippy witch!'
ash willingly gave up a big chunk of his locks, any chance to have a spell cast on him. ben did manage to give me the smallest little rabbit pellet sized snip - to which i was able to return to the princess of darkness to cast the first spell...
oh wow, you have no idea what happened next...damn those scissors on that leatherman cut some serious eye of newt and created some of the most amazing man love dancing i have ever seen.
thursday nights are so back.
