I saw an incredible play this past weekend.
"The Grand Guignol: Tales of Horror and Ecstasy" was a joint endeavor of the French/Theatre departments at U of KY. The Guignol Theatre at UK is named after a theatre in Paris from the 1800's which was described as Paris' dirty little secret. The show started with a cabaret act where coffee was served and all the songs but one were in French. The cabaret was followed by 5 individual plays including horror, violence (5 murders), sex (I counted 8 explicit sex acts onstage), nudity (1 quick nipple), and comedy. It was like a macabre Moulin Rouge. It was so good! Maybe now I won't be so shocked when I go to New Orleans and Bourbon Street this weekend. My eyes! My eyes!
I'm turning 40 in two weeks and my friends seem intent on celebrating to the fullest. After the road trip to New Orleans, we're taking a cruise to Mexico. It shall deplete the funds but that's life. We are somewhat freaked out about missing American Idol while in Mexico but others have promised to tape it for us. I am more worried about going through H/Hr smut withdrawal. Going without for a week just seems wrong but I'm sure there will be no shortage of RL fun.
Here's a funny I received in honor of the upcoming birthday.
WHEN WE GET OLDER...
Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can't even get into my own pants.
I saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt with "Guess" on it. So I said, "Implants?" and she hit me.
I don't do drugs. I get the same effect just standing up fast.
I live in my own little world. But it's OK! They know me here.
I don't approve of political jokes. I've seen too many of them get elected.
I love being married! It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose-fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose-fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!
If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called LABOR!
Wouldn't you know it...Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FAT cells live forever.
Every time I walk into a singles bar I can hear Mom's wise words: "Don't pick that up, you don't know where it's been!"
A good friend will come and bail you out of jail... but, a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, "Damn... that was fun!"
Just remember... if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.