well! March Madness has passed and I managed to get through my birthday without any drama at all. I am 37, on the cusp of cougardom. Gorgeous.
I have just returned from Cuba where darling Denise took me to celebrate my pre-cougar hotitude and let me tell you, Havana is the city of my dreams. Lost in time, art deco, American cars from the 50s, and dirty dachshunds laying about everywhere. It is as though it was invented just for me.
The beach at Cayo Coco, the island where we stayed, was spectacular, and I took the meek little D snorkling (she's hee hee hee, afraid if FISH. Hilarious because I am a Pisces and I know she is scared shitless of me, too). Beautiful! I kept making up the names of species to amuse and impress her. She now believes there is such a thing as an elephant fish. "Look Denise, there's an Al Green guppy!"
I am so excited abou our trip to Montreal this week-end. We will be debuting several new numbers, including a tribute to Yoko Ono's performance art, and Kitty's Klute movement piece. I won't breathe a word about the one me and Kitty are doing with Cooter, but it's a howler. London is also coming together. Sent out mad press releases to Julie, our host, and apparently the Hall where we are performing is about 200 years old and being restored, just for us, I like to imagine.
Well, time to start dealing with peoples' sexual issues again, and a shop in Kensington market. All my food's gone off. See you all at the Gladstone for the hump day bump this Wednesday, right? It's secret agent's birthday.
xxx
Sasha
- posted @ 12:51 PM