Okay, sorry to sound all cocky. But this is way too funny: my burlesque-show alter ego has won an award in the Guardian’s annual “Best of the Bay.”
Here it is. About halfway down the page.
Good times.
Okay, sorry to sound all cocky. But this is way too funny: my burlesque-show alter ego has won an award in the Guardian’s annual “Best of the Bay.”
Here it is. About halfway down the page.
Good times.
Last night, I was on my way home, and decided to stop for a slice at Mystic Pizza at about 10pm. As I was sitting there quietly munching my slice, some random scruffy stinky homeless guy came in, ignored the other five people there, and then beelined straight to me. Triumphantly, he pulled a fresh, clean white t-shirt out of nowhere and handed it to me, exclaiming: “THERE! Now that leaves just one more, for the ski team!” I expected him to ask for money for the shirt but he didn’t– instead, he just bolted, never to be seen again. I left the t-shirt there, by the way. Anyway, those of you who know me, know that I’m a magnet for this stuff. I don’t really understand why, but it does seem to always happen to ME and not other people.