Her Name is Turandot.
She is a tiny tortoiseshell-calico kitty with striped legs, black paws, and a firm conviction that she can kick anything's ass. But she also purrs, nuzzles, and makes cutes in a most heartbreaking way
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I'm convinced that it ended up in storage at the hotel along with the two rooms of costumes, wigs, and props that Shelley had at the con. A bunch of the costume material was taken by bellhops to a holding area during the Sunday cleanup, so that is my guess as to when your wigs turned up missing.
Shelley has some wigs too, so my guess is that Mike or maybe Drew accidentally packaged it all together, thinking yours were hers. I'll look tonight, and I'll do a thorough look-over on Sunday night through the whole studio wardrobe department before I fly back to Richmond on Monday morning. *IF* I find your wigs, I'll bag them and drop them discreetly off at Premiere Costumes on your day off (Thursday or Friday) so that you won't have to see me. I'll leave them with Rockabilly Ron, if that's okay with you.
The NEXT time I fly down to Tampa will be in February. By that time, I hope that you can at least *acknowledge* the fact that we can still be friends and work together even if you do not completely like or trust me. Trust is a tricky thing, but trust can always be re-earned. That's a two-way street, I'll remind you. If you're serious about saying that people CAN be good creatures if we try at it, I'd like you to at least apply that towards me. One of the first things I learned in therapy back in August was that we have to TRY and find good things about the people who make us the most upset, or else we go into a pessimist viewpoint about everything that person does. Nothing they do will be 'right' until we take a look at why we ever became friends with them in the first place. Once I wrote fifty things I liked about you to Dr. Ziegler, she showed me it was a LOT easier to not get angry about the problems I had with you and the way you and I communicate.
Julia and Jaclyn are nice girls, but the person who should have come down to Tampa with me this weekend to make $1500.00 in two days was YOU. You need the money more, and deep down I sincerely believe you'd appreciate it a bit more. I'm doing it all again in a few months, and I'd rather put the money towards a hairy-legged costume retail no-collar worker than a married wife from the suburbs. Mike and I will suspend you upside down, make you dress up as a jungle girl, and make you eat seafood afterwards with us out on the bayshore. You like shrimp, we like shrimp, we can ALL get along if we all just really try. I mean ALL of us. *Looks at you with upraised Spock eyebrow*
Give me a Christmas present I can REALLY look forward to, your *friendship*. I'm tired of you being a friend in my eyes and me being an enemy in yours. It's like we're frenemies. Let's not be frenemies anymore, okay? As people, I was always taught that I should try to visualize who my friends are, and who my wife was going to be when I 'grew up'.
I've learned now that we're just meant to have the people in our lives that we GET, and that it's up to us to appreciate those people (good points and bad) as the unique individuals that are going to be with us for the long haul. We cannot change who they are, they were those people LONG before we ever knew them. The trick is to find more good in them than bad. Like YOU said yourself, we just have to search and find (and nurture) whatever it is inside them that we found interesting in the first place.
When I return, there shall be wigs. Barring that, there shall be hope.
Leaving for Tampa, wishing for my smutty-money partner...
Lord Phattengay
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