Mar 03, 2009 13:20
I’m listening to radioparadise.com and mentally taking a cat nap. I am parrying emails with one of my favorite emailing friends. Here’s something he told me:
“one of the two hula hoop girls (not the one in the pictures i took) later changed into a mermaid costume and sat on the bar for 30-40 minutes. then a couple of us saw her after she got out of her mermaid costume and was walking in the back to change back into her street clothes. she had nothing on but bra and panties and we just all looked at each other, speechless as she walked by us. people wanted to get their picture taken with her when she was the mermaid but a few were afraid their wives would see the pictures and get all mad...”
Can you believe that?! I can. We’re 40, in committed relationships and get out alone as part of a sophisticated logarithm. So who would chance that for a picture with a mermaid? Fun, trust, happiness; it’s all out there drying on the line. And the best I can muster as a rebel? A two-beer lunch at Pyramid. All so sad.
But I just picked up my new business cards, so if you combine that with the two beers - I am pretty darn hopeful.