This is the final song and when the music's through, this is the last duet, I'll never do with you.

My dog totally fetched my slippers. Ok, maybe fetched is not the right word. And they aren't exactly slippers, but my favorite grandpa sandals. She accidentally dug them up from under the couch in the office while hunting for a toy. I'm still thrilled with the results, and I feel like although other parts of my life are not exactly aligning as I'd like (i.e. time), some tiny parts are, to help make it a little less frustrating.

Looking for something to do on Friday? Come see me dance in drag. And roll around on the floor. And be all gay disco-tastic.



If you can't guess which act is me, well, you probably don't read this journal much and/or have never met me. Also, hello, I love the double-asterisks informing that its "impersonators".

I'm kinda bummed I'm doing drag, only because my sideburns are looking pretty stellar this week and I'm not as keen on shaving them off. But they will grow back and really I'm just nervous about being on a bill with a bunch of dancers. And I just learned we're closing out the show! The final act! Whew. Good thing we have rehearsal tonight.