my "soliloquy" from the other night

I now have the piece of paper that I wrote this on, so, for your amusement, the "soliloquy" I did for "Kobolds Ate My Baby" on Sunday:

The clever Teapot stole a vest,

Then scooped up and ate a babe.

Teapot, who fried a farmer,

Who bore the ring for a nanosecond

She sang "Ain't nothing but a kobold"

And slew a tentacle with her skillet.

[Here endeth the adventure, except for an uneventful walk home, and hence the soliloquy]

my "soliloquy" from the other night

I now have the piece of paper that I wrote this on, so, for your amusement, the "soliloquy" I did for "Kobolds Ate My Baby" on Sunday:

The clever Teapot stole a vest,

Then scooped up and ate a babe.

Teapot, who fried a farmer,

Who bore the ring for a nanosecond

She sang "Ain't nothing but a kobold"

And slew a tentacle with her skillet.

[Here endeth the adventure, except for an uneventful walk home, and hence the soliloquy]

Another gym day

This one punctuated by Donnell, the cheerful man who works at the front desk and learned my name quickly, coming over and touching my hair while I was on the stretch machine, and saying he was jealous. On his return, I said "What do you have to be jealous about, with those gorgeous braids?" and he said "They're not purple." I also had a brief conversation with someone who said he thought I had the weights too high on the machine I was working with, and then apologized when I said I was doing three sets of 15 at that weight. But he'd gotten me to pay more attention and slow down a little, so that was good. We chatted a bit about this being a good club, as well.

( the details )

I then met people for dinner and the Lincoln Center Theatre's revival of Dinner at Eight, which is part farce, part melodrama, and an excellent production. I got home around 11:30, and was pleasantly surprised to find cattitude already here. And so, as they say, to bed.

Another gym day

This one punctuated by Donnell, the cheerful man who works at the front desk and learned my name quickly, coming over and touching my hair while I was on the stretch machine, and saying he was jealous. On his return, I said "What do you have to be jealous about, with those gorgeous braids?" and he said "They're not purple." I also had a brief conversation with someone who said he thought I had the weights too high on the machine I was working with, and then apologized when I said I was doing three sets of 15 at that weight. But he'd gotten me to pay more attention and slow down a little, so that was good. We chatted a bit about this being a good club, as well.

( the details )

I then met people for dinner and the Lincoln Center Theatre's revival of Dinner at Eight, which is part farce, part melodrama, and an excellent production. I got home around 11:30, and was pleasantly surprised to find cattitude already here. And so, as they say, to bed.