on bloggers, mentioning unmentionables and an alarming use of clowns
Last night, The Lovely Jess, the Charming Sean T. Conrad and I met the Utterly Fabulous Katie of I Am Therefore I Date (or Katie Dating Is Hell as Jess and I have taken to calling her) and we attended the WYSIWYG Talent Show at P.S. 122.
Together, we watched a bevy of talented bloggers tell their best New York stories. My favorite performer of the evening (and the reason I attended) was the illustrious Joe.My.God. He's as brilliant in the flesh as he is on his blog. If you don't read him already, I urge you to start. His observational and storytelling skills are nothing short of remarkable. And he's like really buff, yo.
Meeting Katie Dating Is Hell for the first time was equally exciting. She too is the keeper of a kick-ass blog and held her own nicely with Jess, Sean Conrad and myself. Sean Conrad is no slouch either as he did not even bat an eye when discussion turned to bras, the taboo of sharing underwear and how to accurately determine one's pantyhose size.
The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur as I got uncharacteristically drunk on very few Brooklyn Lagers. I'm more embarrassed about being a lightweight than any potentially ass-y things I may have uttered in my altered state. I do remember rambling about the importance of labor unions and how scary I find that stiff-haired Ringling Bros. clown.
I'm not sure what sparked the latter tirade but I do recall Sean Conrad being oddly protective of BALCO or whatever the hell that clown's name is. Even more alarming, Jess sheepishly fessed up to preaching the word of God through "clown ministry" back in the day. After my shock subsided, I went through a series of mental visuals including clowns in full makeup distributing Communion, singing in the choir and passing around the collection plate. I found it simultaneously hilarious and horrifying.
Jess, now that I'm sober, I realize that I have a lot of questions about this. Like, did someone read from the Bible while wearing big floppy shoes and a red nose? How about wigs and wide-waisted pants? Was there horn honking during the service? Did you engage in religious-themed tumbling? I think we need to set aside some time to discuss this further. Or even better, you can post about it. And feel free to include pictures. This is perhaps the one and only time where I'll welcome clown photography. I thank thee in advance.
Together, we watched a bevy of talented bloggers tell their best New York stories. My favorite performer of the evening (and the reason I attended) was the illustrious Joe.My.God. He's as brilliant in the flesh as he is on his blog. If you don't read him already, I urge you to start. His observational and storytelling skills are nothing short of remarkable. And he's like really buff, yo.
Meeting Katie Dating Is Hell for the first time was equally exciting. She too is the keeper of a kick-ass blog and held her own nicely with Jess, Sean Conrad and myself. Sean Conrad is no slouch either as he did not even bat an eye when discussion turned to bras, the taboo of sharing underwear and how to accurately determine one's pantyhose size.
The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur as I got uncharacteristically drunk on very few Brooklyn Lagers. I'm more embarrassed about being a lightweight than any potentially ass-y things I may have uttered in my altered state. I do remember rambling about the importance of labor unions and how scary I find that stiff-haired Ringling Bros. clown.
I'm not sure what sparked the latter tirade but I do recall Sean Conrad being oddly protective of BALCO or whatever the hell that clown's name is. Even more alarming, Jess sheepishly fessed up to preaching the word of God through "clown ministry" back in the day. After my shock subsided, I went through a series of mental visuals including clowns in full makeup distributing Communion, singing in the choir and passing around the collection plate. I found it simultaneously hilarious and horrifying.
Jess, now that I'm sober, I realize that I have a lot of questions about this. Like, did someone read from the Bible while wearing big floppy shoes and a red nose? How about wigs and wide-waisted pants? Was there horn honking during the service? Did you engage in religious-themed tumbling? I think we need to set aside some time to discuss this further. Or even better, you can post about it. And feel free to include pictures. This is perhaps the one and only time where I'll welcome clown photography. I thank thee in advance.
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