I forgot to mention that we went to WYSIWYG’s “Spawn.Of.Worst.Sex.Ever!” on Tuesday night, and it was hysterical. The only two performers I knew were MAK and Dr. Faustus. MAK’s story, despite the bad sex described therein, was very cute. Faustus sang an original song about orgies. Faustus is so fucking talented – this is the second time I’ve seen him perform an original song at WYSIWYG, and I don’t know how he pulls these gems out of his ass. Though I guess when so much has gone in that ass, wonderful things are bound to come out. (God, that was an awful attempt at a witty metaphor.)
There was also Blaise, about whom I’d heard so much but whom I’d never met before; WYSIWYG founder, your friend and mine, Chris, who talked about “titties,” among other things; this guy, who. was. fucking. amazing; Chelsea Peretti; Cheryl B. of The B List; and Bad Man.
It was a great show, as usual. Hats off to Chris, Dan, and Andy!
Was there anyone else in the audience who reads me and I don’t know about?
I counted fifteen people in the room whom I knew to some extent, thirteen whom I had met in person, eleven whom I consider friends, and seven with whom I’d fooled around. At least one was a closet reader of mine.
How did this happen?
Of the half-dozen or so blogs that I read on a daily basis, you were all there.
i was there, too. but i didn’t realize that you were there. otherwise i would have said hi.
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*blush*
I didn’t then, but I am now.
Belatedly: I was also there, but it was crowded and I’m anonymous! Ah, well.