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eh oh oh way to go ohio
01/31/2006 = 01:29 PM

I am well aware that all the little chicks with the crimson lips say, "Cleveland rocks;" however, I am neither little, nor overly lipsticked (lipstuck?).

(I am a chick, though. I can prove it. Peep.)

So, anyway, Columbus it is.

If you are going to be anywhere near Columbus, Ohio around the 24th and 25th of May, Nrem, the Queen of Internet Pancakes, and I are going to be getting our tipsy on at the Surly Girl.

Because we're pirates like that.

As an added incentive for you to show up and quaff with us ("Quaffing is like drinking, only you spill more." -- Terry Pratchett), I have heard rumors that the Surly Girl is also a same-gender-oriented bar, not that there's anything wrong with that, but it may mean that Nrem and I will have to make out to avoid getting bounced for straightitude.

I'm just saying.

I've also been invited to participate in a toga party with Her Aforementioned Pancake Majesty, but this is an iffy proposition at best, because we were supposed to drive back on Saturday, and furthermore, That Man of Mine is, as some of you may already know, bedsheet-impaired.

On the other hand, I really, really want to toga.

Because I'm a Roman Goddess like that.

Besides, I want to come home and say, "Yeah, I so partied under the sheets this past weekend."

If you cannot make Columbus, or if drinking with lady pirates is not your bag, That Man of Mine and I are supposed to be detouring to Toledo on the 27th or 28th of May (no set date yet) so I can have Tony Packo's.

Because I'm a gypsy like that.

No, really. When Klinger was Zolton, King of the Gypsies, the sound of violins set his blood on fire, he was attracted to storefront windows, and when he smelled paprika, he faced towards Budapest. So, unless I get hosed by That Man unforeseen circumstances arise, I'm getting a Hungarian hot dog. Because my tribe awaits me.

This is it, by the way ... the last day you have to put up with the Graphic on My Page.

Unless I were to win, which would mean an entirely new Graphic on My Page. But I don't think my chances are very good.

See, the other Best-Kept Secrets: Ear Farm, Come to Find Out, The Man Who Couldn't Blog, and Needcoffee?

They're really good. Not hacks like me.

Frankly, I'm not entirely sure how they're still secret.

Anyway, if you have voted for me, thank you so much for supporting me, and if you voted for them, I would have to say I don't blame you one bit.

Voting will close at 10:00 PM EST on Tuesday, January 31, which would be tonight.

drinking: cherry fruit₂o
listening to: Barry Manilow, Unchained Melody (Righteous Brothers cover). Shut up. I am, too, punk.
this is the week: of inspirational women leaving this earth. farewell, mrs. king