you could say i’m hungover …
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but I’m not the only one! Ricky better be feeling this way as well! Boob-AID was a smashing success – performances were rapid fire and right on cue!
Glenn Marla (per usual) rocked it out & left everyone in stitches! Can’t wait to see what is on Glenn’s roster for tonight’s Cup Cake Cabaret @ Stoenwall 9pm – I’ll be working the door so don’t be late! How I’ve lived in NYC this long without knowing about Lady Rizo is beyond comprehension. Ricky turns to me at one point saying, over the wine (he brought) and glorious cheese (supplied by moi) “I’m sad I’ve lived with long w/ out her!”
After the show someone in the audience flagrantly gushed that she was Rizo’s biggest fan. making sure my face was free of flaky cheese residue i marched right up to Rizo saying “I’ll a cut a bitch – you know I’m ur #1″ [true story - Ricky was mortified]
**UPDATE 2/12 Images from Boob Aid!
courtesy of stacie joy photos
Glenn & Taylor and Taylor singing we shall over come!
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The rendition of “we shall over come” out of the glittery lips of Taylor Mac (pictured above) left no dry eyes in the house. Can’t say too much more about it w/ out bursting back into a snotty tearing fit. Our Lady J herself was a wondrous host/singing sensation/beauty! Obvi world famous bob, the auction of Dolly Parton memorabilia, & the Rosie & Tyra painting (yeah that Rosie & that Tyra!) were also amazing sights to be seen. Who knew raising money for Janna’s TaTas would be so deep?!
** BEGIN: over analysis of the evening **
Look, I hate to be reduced to just a nice rack (I’m sure you’ve heard my “save the boobs” disdain ala bitch mag ) but I find it paradoxically fascinating how much of someone’s identity can be measured against the size of an over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. It was interesting to be apart of raising money for one persons right to fill out a bra. i wholehearted take my own set for granted, complain about, and often try to (unsuccessfullY) hide them. i suppose i should have come to terms with my cup size at some point in the 15 years I’ve had them (yep, i woke up one morning in 5th grade w/ a C-Cup) b/c i certainly didn’t expect to start thinking that deeply about them while watching Ana Matronic & Jake shears (of Scissor Sisters fame) belt out “You can’t say tits on the radio!”
While Isengart performed a German piece called “don’t touch zee tomatos” a comedic warning call to new owners of zeeboobiez i started thinking (too much wine!) of my own fondly fondled memories. Like, the first time i was felt up by someone who didn’t try to unscrew my boobs (cross-referenced / filed under: the first time i didn’t think “YES THEY ARE ATTACHED!” while making out) – but it took give-or-take 5 years of uncomfortable groping to experience such delight. i can hear Erin now “we were such slutty teenagers” – which is also true but not the point. I truly hope that someone in Our Lady J’s amazing circle of friends is prepping her for all the crazy that lay ahead. the way you turn a corner changes , the way you accessorize transforms; certain necklaces either hang right in-between your boobs (read: GET LOST IN CLEVAGE) or are so long they loop onto your right boob entirely! The way you eat becomes an acrobatic feat or a myriad of tops that are stained, spotted, and soiled. All I’m saying is w/ great boobs comes great responsibility.
** END: over analysis of the evening **
The rest of the night was a blurry joy of delirium tremens Belgian beer (which as Shawny B can attest to has never treated me wrong) and live musica via the LES Trio :) Ricky obvi befriended the most adorable drummer/bongo player/cow bell hitter (itzel how you call it?) and his friends thought we were just lovely. I’m sure there are horrible pictures of me circling the internet as we speak b/c that chick was SNAPPY with the camera! And to think Ricky almost didn’t invite me and i almost didn’t go
ME: i don’t want to go b/c I don’t love my outfit!
ORLA: get over yourself & go have a good time
ME: ugh
All those insights over sloppy cheese, warm wine out of nalgean (corporate finance memories holla Matty J) and music made for a totally unexpected hump day!
One Response to “you could say i’m hungover …”
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December 17th, 2009 at 4:59 pmlook ricky! now you can comment w/ facebook CONNECT!
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