"Hey Lamb Chop"...or could we venture to say Veal Cutlet, Sparerib, Tenderloin...
In any case, that's what I was last night, a piece of meat. It was the last night of Fleet Week in NYC and there was a special rock concert at HRC. There I was, in my tiny little uniform, on display for all the sailors and Marines. Granted, some of them were pretty to look at and I was not above flirting for tips. But if one more of them looked me up and down, nodded, winked and said, "What time do you get off?" I think I may have punched him in the nose. But I just smiled and tried to come up with as many witty replies as I could, "Oh, Hooters is one block down" was my fav. Exhausting. The band was good, all cover tunes, but very entertaining. I definitely got my exercise cuttin' it up on the dance floor.
All I can say is auditions are picking up and I am praying that one works out. Last June is when I was cast in Whorehouse, so I'm keeping positive.
Among other things that are butstin' out, how 'bout my Lil' Sis. She's entered a contest to become the next poster girl for a novelty store in SLC, the Blue Boutique. I'm all for it. She's a definite hottie and deserves to win. Could anyone disagree?
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