Thursday, November 03, 2005


Okay, the big shin-dig is tonight. I'm leaving right now to go get ready. I'm going for "brilliant, witty, professional, charming, confident, and professional." Okay, I already said professional. Please, gods, do not let me get nervous and start talking about my tits. I'm already nervous. But no talking about my tits. The Divine Ms. B. sent me an email which said, in part, "Perfect strangers fall in love with you when you walk in a room." That will be my mantra. I will have erudite things to say about politics and music and books. I will be clever and delightful. I'll charm everyone. I will enjoy the fact that I worked hard for two and a half years and now we're having a big party to celebrate something that I, in a small way, helped bring to light. I'll celebrate with my friends and have a good time. I will not talk about my tits. Okay, wish me luck!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You will have a lovely time and your only problem will be fighting off all the strangers that fell in love with you when you just walked in a room.

My psychic powers told me so.


11/03/2005 04:01:00 PM  
Blogger HUCK said...

Need an Adderall?

11/03/2005 04:14:00 PM  
Anonymous Mo said...

"Hello Aunt Ti..."

You're reminding me of that Southwest (I think) commercial:

Her: "Don't stare at Aunt Sue's mole!"
Him: "Hello Aunt Mole!"

11/03/2005 04:27:00 PM  
Blogger Yankee T said...

You will do great! Can't wait to hear!

11/03/2005 04:52:00 PM  
Blogger Peggasus said...

Knock 'em dead!

With your tits!

And your wit!

(Well, just figuratively with your tits, of course.)

Have fun!

11/03/2005 05:10:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's expedia's commercial....the aunt mole one.

11/12/2005 08:37:00 PM  

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