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Dre got needled today, being the first Geegster to go under the knife this year. I am thinking of her and sending good thoughts her way. (Feel that, Dre?) In our troupe, we not only sing together, we have surgery together.
I just signed up for my first-ever charity walk. It's for Safe Place, the local battered women's shelter. It's a 2.2 mile walk in April, hopefully on a pretty day, and for an excellent cause. If you are so inclined to donate to our team of comedians walking against sexual and domestic violence, holler and I'll link you to it.
Yesterday, after a yearlong frustrating relationship, I broke up with eMusic. They will no longer be taking my $10/month in exchange for the crusty bottom-scrapings that the music industry has to offer. Every month was an exercise in frustration over their not having exactly what I want music-wise. Though I appreciated being able to sample some stuff I ordinarily wouldn't, I'm relieved to have it out of my life. It made me angry more often than it pleased me.
I got my eyebrows waxed today in preparation for my little trip back to the 1920s and I am looking FINE. Okay, it's in a grotty rock club with CBGB-esque bathrooms, but there will be 1920s fashions! I am serving as the MC of the fashion show portion of the evening. And I can pretend my hunky Northampton boyfriend Calvin Coolidge is president again. I LOOOOOOVE CALVIN! He's silent, you know.
I am also starting to map out my second novel, "Treyf: a Love Story" (working title, or "The Lyd Book"). I am taking this opportunity to hit all my mad Judaism knowledge which is just a phone call away.
This weekend: SOCK AND SNAIL continue their reign of puppety terror over the Cagematch. Sock will be out of town on Friday night, so Snail and I will be joined on stage by Jen and her puppety friend. We aim to shred your sinuses with our extreme hilarity! 11:30 at Coldtowne!
Every jazz step is a step closer to HELL!
1920s Fashion Show
Sponsored by my beloved former employer
Emo's
Saturday 3/3
9pm!
Afterwards,
follow me to
Coldtowne
for
Jen & Erin's goodbye show
which will be devastating
Hey, the light finally went on today when I found two neurons to rub together. You're not the only Smith graduate that I know. I used to work with Dorothea Handar (Withington Hanchar?), she'd have been a few years ahead of you. She would have studied geology or some such thing. Do you know of her?
Posted by: Dave at March 2, 2007 06:23 PMI would not know Dorothea if she spat in my eye.
Posted by: Mo at March 5, 2007 09:49 AM