I'm an Old Lady

Mi Chavo and I got dressed up last night. He was Robert Zimmerman, replete with requisite harmonica neck brace and Jew fro. I was a pathetic Joan Baez. I was really jealous that people on the street stared at him and several people got his costume, but no one knew what the heck I was trying to do.

There was an amusing incident at dinner where a friendly drunk was the first to name mi chavo's costume. Alas, it took him three tries to figure out who I was and he had the gall to call me Mama Cass.

After dinner and my first drinks in a month, I suggested that we go back to my place...so that I could....get my cell phone. Yeah, that's it. Anyway, we ended up falling asleep and I didn't have the energy to wake him in the middle of the night so we never saw anyone we knew and more disturbing, we never got our picture taken.