BoomerGirl Diary

I recently convinced seven lady friends to wear "Halloween wigs" to a dance where a local band was playing. We declared it "WIG NIGHT." The eight of us met at a friend's hotel and helped each other put together outfits, apply make up, and in a few cases, glue on coordinating eyelashes.

We laughed. We BELLY laughed, as our outfits came together. After a drink and pictures, we headed to the newest restaurant in town. A classy french place. There we all marched in together acting as if we were not in costume. Actually only a couple could pass for "normal" since most of the wigs were neon colored. Other costumers stared, pointed and laughed. I think everyone agreed that it was nice to see folks having so much fun during the rainy, low tourist evasion, time of the year.

We overtook a corner of the establishment and had a couple of drinks, and a lot more pictures. Finally feeling "bold" enough, we took our show on the road. We arrived in separate cars at the dance venue and waited on everyone to arrive so we could make our grand entrance together.

We were soon parading in front of the band and making a bee line to the bar. As folks began to recognize us there was all kinds of laughter and chatter. We commenced to dancing when the band leader dedicated a song to us. We were having a blast. Some of us were in "character" and really enjoyed the night as "someone else".

It was a great time had by all. A couple of the wigs were taken off early in the evening as they were declared TOO HOT to wear. Many of the locals passed those around and had a few good laughs wearing them for their friends. Towards the end of the evening even the band members put on masks and wigs that were provided for them.

As the band was packing up their gear to go home, the folks that remained were talking at tables with local tico music in the background. A typical night. Also typical is that whenever this band plays, there is DRAMA. Sooner or later, drama between the bass players's baby's mama and his mistress breaks out.

The bass player, from France, has been with a local tica lady for many years and they have a son together and their family includes her two sons from a previous relationship. A few months ago, bass player decided to take a vacation with a much younger local tica. Wife found out, drama ensued, hubby moved out, and started seeing Ms. Mistress regularly.

So, whenever the band would play at a local event, Wife AND Ms. Mistress would be present, jockeying for his attention. Evil glances would shoot across the room between the competing women and friends/family of each would take "sides" and cause even more drama. After an event a month ago, Wife's sister decked Ms. Mistress in the parking lot. Sending her tumbling to the gravel in the parking lot. I missed that one.

I just so happen to know and LIKE Wife, a lot. She is a very sweet lady, hard working, former cop, great mother, etc. I don't KNOW Ms. Mistress ... but I don't like her. Having BEEN in a relationship with a cheating husband, I don't usually side with "the other woman".

Towards the end of wig night, I had Wife try on my huge Afro wig. When those at our table agreed with me that it looked REALLY good on Wife, I escorted her to the bathroom so she could take a gander of her cute self in the mirror. All cheated on women need moral boosters, and this was one I could provide for her. She looked HOT and I wanted her to know/feel it!!

As we walked down a corridor leading to the bathrooms, there was Ms. Mistress hanging out with a bunch of men. She caught sight of Wife and rolled her eyes. Wife and I just walked on past her minding our own business.

We are soon in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, giggling away about how cute Wife looks in the Afro. In walks Ms. Mistress. She spouts off something in Spanish that must NOT have been nice, because Wife turned around quickly to confront her. Ms. Mistress runs to a stall and is closing the door when Wife bust it open. They begin to have words, that I can't understand, and their hands start flying at each other.

In slow motion, I witness Ms. Mistress lift over her head, a beer bottle she carried in with her. I holler out "NO!!!" just as she brings it down and connects with Wife's head. As Ms. Mistress tries to raise it up again for another swipe, Wife turns towards me and all I see is blood running down her face. I grab the wig off her head and try pulling them apart, but they are locked together like shackles on an inmate.

I turn and run out of the bathroom and to the bar where the manager's son is on duty. I holler out "She hit her with a beer bottle and she's bleeding EVERYWHERE ... HELP!"

Several men then head towards the bathroom and drag the two women, still locked together, into the main room. The manager's son gets in between them and breaks them up just as bass player comes on the scene. I confront him and say, "Ella es su esposa! Ella nesisitar hospital. PRONTO!" He shrugs his shoulders as if saying, "Oh well, not my problem." I've come to think that bass player LIKES to have these women competing for him. He's not my favorite person these days.

Since hubby isn't concern about Wife, I go to a man that has tried to wiggle his way into Wife's life and tell HIM what has happened. Thankfully HE quickly gets up and comes to her rescue. They are soon in his truck and heading to the hospital for care.

I found out just the other day that Wife required only three stitches. Unbelievable for the amount of blood that was shed. The morning after this event I saw that my shirt has blood spots on it. I checked my Afro wig and was surprised not to find any blood damage on it. I'm pretty sure that the wig took some of the force of the blow. Had Wife not been wearing it my wig when the beer bottle crashed on her head, I'm sure she would have likely been injured much more than she was.

I've had my treasured wigs here in Costa Rica with me for a year and a half and just hadn't been able to organize an chance to wear them to until this event. Did my Afro save Wife's life? No. Did it help pad her head when the bottle fell? Yes. Am I therefore glad she was wearing it at the time? You bet. If my favorite Afro wig would have been ruined because of blood all over it would I have had it out for Ms. Mistress? Oh, without a DOUBT!

Drama. Can you believe it? Even in "paradise"!! Funny how people/relationship issues have no borders!! The only way to avoid drama of this nature be it here, there, anywhere, is to just STAY HOME. I guess Wife and Ms. Mistress haven't figured that one out yet.

This story is to be continued ... I'm almost positive.