“If your party is anything like it was last year, I’ll be dancing on top of a bar with sunglasses on watching the sun rise over the desert with no pants on.”

That would be one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten. Courtesy of dear, dear friend Jewel of Denial.

It’s in reference to a rather legendary room party I have come to host every year at the annual Burlesque Hall of Fame Pageant in Las Vegas. I’m part of the production team; it’s my favorite weekend of the entire year and it is NEXT WEEKEND!!

True story. In which the t-shirt comes through again.

A few weeks ago, I posted a story about my t-shirt saving me from Jehovah’s witnesses. The t-shirt has this design screenprinted on it:

screenprinted on the t-shirt

This is screenprinted on the t-shirt.

The other day, I happened to be wearing the shirt. I went into a Chipotle restaurant and ordered a burrito.

The total, with tax, came to $6.66.

The guy behind the counter pointed at my shirt and said “whoooooooa!”

I demanded his soul on the spot.

True story. 4/3/10. Self-defense via fortuitous dressing.

This morning, a couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses just happened to be walking by when I took the dogs out for their morning poop. And they just happened to approach me and tried to catch my attention. We made eye contact and they moved in for the kill; but something caused them to pause and then continue on without addressing me.

I’m guessing it was my t-shirt that has, printed on the front, a fake name tag that looks like this:

screenprinted on the t-shirt

This is screenprinted on the t-shirt.