Sweet Honeypie

According to Kate, that is my stripper name. I have to say, I'm flattered, as it not only implies that I am sweet, but also is very close to a Beatles song. If my parents are reading this, don't worry--this is purely a hypothetical title. We're not quite that strapped for cash yet. Actually, apparently the Loony is folding under the mighty George "Rockin'" Washington Sweet Dollar Bill (official name) once more, so that's, you know, cool.

Anyway.

One of the beautiful things about the fringe circuit is that you can see all kinds of theatre, with varying degrees of success. I saw one show the other day that made me so upset I rocked in the fetal position and muttered to myself. It was supposed to be a comedy. But for every crisis of humor, there is a glorious one-man show, like the one I saw last night, entitled "Boatload." This guy was seriously talented. He played the most convincing cat I've ever seen on stage. His show was sweet, funny, fast-paced, and extremely touching. Beth even cried. I think this concerned him a little as he talked to us after the show. We assured him it meant she loved it.

I have been a sadly remiss blogger, adoring public. I have neglected to mention the most important thing to come into my life this summer: the romance novel. Desperate for a way to pass the time through the lonely, wind-whistled plains of Montana (no, I will never stop talking about how weird it is), someone in our group purchased a gem entitled, "Virgin Slave, Barbarian King." Being all unusually gifted in the art of loving to hear our own voices, we started taking turns reading it out loud. And promptly became hooked. The tale of Julia, the sheltered Roman beauty, and Wulfric, the Visigoth warlord with the heart of gold, was not enough for us. Now we've moved onto "Under the Italian's Command" (or maybe "Under the Command of the Italian," it doesn't really matter), a truly masterful concoction of misogyny and mixed metaphors. We all love reading accents. And lest you think that only the women in the group participate, let me assure you, Forrest and Evan love our evening readings as well. Evan in particular gets way into the accents.

It's supposed to be 90 degrees here today. Although I'm not sure if that means celsius or not. Either way, I'll try my best to stay cool.

Well, cooler than I already am. Ha.