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I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts...
Becaues I'm 26 and I run around in a Get Smart trench coat and a purple top hat.
Life is beautiful right now. I'm friends with belly dancers, and they regularly coerce me into working the door for their shows, which entails charging admission, talking up the troupe, and retrieving various items that get thrown on the floor, like veils and the occasional stray earring. I generally feel like an ass when I do this, considering I'm an unabashed voyeur and I'm stuck at a table where the entire audience can see me perving after my dancer friends.
This time around, the prettiest of my dancer friends demanded I wear my new hat, which I scored at an antique store last saturday. I was like, "game on!" It got...circusy.
At some point, I convinced Ben to try it on and he walked around the venue pretending to be Harpo Marx. It was awesome. He and Tara brought Taryk to the show and I watched Taryk treat Ben the way Ben's daughters treat him. It made my heart glow.
I never felt so vindicated in my setting those two up.
Oh. And because of the constant Soviet jokes, the duo running the show dedicated their Tschaikowsky number to me.
It consisted of coffee, tea, and trepak from the Nutcracker. The first movement was serious, with veil work, and the other two were totally silly and heavy on the ballet. The crowd loved it!
I've had entirely too much coffee. I'm going to find something to occupy myself with so I can get to sleep.
Das leben ist schon.
Guten Nacht.
Becaues I'm 26 and I run around in a Get Smart trench coat and a purple top hat.
Life is beautiful right now. I'm friends with belly dancers, and they regularly coerce me into working the door for their shows, which entails charging admission, talking up the troupe, and retrieving various items that get thrown on the floor, like veils and the occasional stray earring. I generally feel like an ass when I do this, considering I'm an unabashed voyeur and I'm stuck at a table where the entire audience can see me perving after my dancer friends.
This time around, the prettiest of my dancer friends demanded I wear my new hat, which I scored at an antique store last saturday. I was like, "game on!" It got...circusy.
At some point, I convinced Ben to try it on and he walked around the venue pretending to be Harpo Marx. It was awesome. He and Tara brought Taryk to the show and I watched Taryk treat Ben the way Ben's daughters treat him. It made my heart glow.
I never felt so vindicated in my setting those two up.
Oh. And because of the constant Soviet jokes, the duo running the show dedicated their Tschaikowsky number to me.
It consisted of coffee, tea, and trepak from the Nutcracker. The first movement was serious, with veil work, and the other two were totally silly and heavy on the ballet. The crowd loved it!
I've had entirely too much coffee. I'm going to find something to occupy myself with so I can get to sleep.
Das leben ist schon.
Guten Nacht.