The honest, “behind-the-scenes” truth of the fitting room.
As I countdown the days to this year’s NYC Pride, I keep replaying last year’s LIT parade. We met some cool people:
And witnessed some interesting dance moves:
These fine folk even watched our stoop while we went to find some nearby food:
The rest is still a little foggy, but the recap is just precious. Thanks Shadonna for a Pride to remember!
And here’s to 2018’s NYC Pride countdown…
Check out our car karaoke duet!
Today I found a note in the parking lot of a supermarket.
It was a list.
A shopping list.
And I can’t help but imagine this family’s life.
Did the wife stay back and send her confused hubby out in the cold to rummage through Stop & Shop for duck legs and Diet Mist Twist? What the heck is Mist Twist?
The arrows are super important for this husband. I hope he took the bait and “Mist Twisted” the list over to the back.
What qualifies a bag of oranges to be good? Do they have to get straight A’s or help little old ladies cross the street? He must’ve grabbed a bag of oranges from the wrong side of the produce department on his last food run. I mean, look at how hard she drew those arrows? I’m surprised she trusted him enough to handle this task on his own.
PICTURE IT: He goes out in the 20 degree tundra gripping his snarky list with symbols and question marks that confuse the sh*t out of him. When he pulls up to the store, he tosses his note to the ground and spitefully storms over to the bags of dangerous fruit.
I wish I knew the outcome to this story, and more importantly if he decided on getting those duck legs!
Prank done right. Staten Island late night prank-war. The story is hilarious.
3 of my favorite memoir pieces. My tattoo, my grandfather and why I felt like such an ugly duckling. My life explained through three different pieces.