What a fantastic experience!
I won't go into all the dirty details of the night, but suffice to say that the audience was mostly women (with the exception of a few open-mouthed "gentlemen" panting in the front row). At one point, I got separated from my friends, but feeling no pain thanks to my old pal Strongbow, I felt content to stand sipping (okay, more like guzzling) my drink and watching the cavorting onstage. I was surrounded by similar glassy-eyed girls who were enjoying the show, and one seemed to take a shine to me. We were sharing a few intellectual quips (Thish iz shoooo cool! Yah, tha'girl up thar wi' the tasshels iz MY friend!), when suddenly she leaned over and smugly confided: "I could so, totally do that."
I feel the exact same way when I read really good blogs. Without as much alcohol (usually). I'll snap back to awareness after several hours of rapt scrolling through awesome sites like TheOatmeal, FourFour, and Hyperbole & a Half and think...
I like to write. I like the internet. I'm funny. Why can't I do this?
I could so, totally do that.
Probably not as well, but it will be fun to try. It's also probably less damaging to public eyesight for me to attempt blogging instead of hip-slinging Burlesque (oh my, yes)!
I think taking up space on the internet (with clothes on) is only successful if you have something to say. I wracked my brain trying to think of something I could blog about. Thinking usually leads to eating in my world, and as I was raiding the fridge, I heard snuffling at knee-level. Turning around I was greeted by this small crowd:
That's right. Two dogs, and three cats. All ridiculous. Oh, and missing from the photo is a rather tall manfriend and a demonic ferret. Add to all this my "intellectual-mixed-with-dick-and-fart-joke" personality, and I think I may have plenty of fodder for the e-cannon.
