If you are in the NYC area, I hope that you make your reservations for my live taping of my comedy show, at Comix Comedy Club in NYC.  The date is Sept 23rd, 7:30pm, $15/$20, 353 West 14thst. Call 212.524.2500 for reservations.

Hello gentle Americans. Provincetown can be a cruel and unforgiving place.  What do you expect from a town who builds their senior center right in front of a graveyard.  I can almost hear the head of the center, giving a tour to a possible new attendee, “You can see this place has everything an elderly person could want.  Kitchenettes in each room, wonderful closet space, great recreational activities and a splendid view of the graveyard.  Why if you sit in your window you can actually pick your next home, a lovely plot by a shade tree.”  Or it could be used as a threat as well, “If you don’t eat all your prunes we can arrange for you to be moved to the lot across the away.”

Don’t be fooled by it’s fudge, it’s trolley rides, scenic beaches and small town charms, because underneath lies a rumbling evil so great it could curdle your latte.  Perhaps I am over exaggerating, but you have to know who to say “hi” to and who to stay away from like the plague.  Underneath their sweet, saccharin tongue is a serpent just waiting to spit.  Spit mouthfuls of fudge on your good shoes.  But who wears good shoes in PTOWN?  Not a soul.  You are lucky if you see a woman wearing a stylish Payless pump. The men’s shoes are just as beastly.  Regardless of how expensive a home one lives in it is just a beach town, plain and simple; it suits me just fine on a good day but on a bad day I hate it as much as a Tyler Perry movie.

Enough said for now, Lolita is on TCM and Shelly Winters is doing a delicious dirty Cha Cha for an uninterested man.

Stay fresh,

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Hello gentle Americans.  Life is tough; sadly for most of us (including myself) we make it tougher for ourselves.

“Would I rather be right or would I rather be happy?”  It is something I often ask myself when in the face of a difficult situation.  I also ask myself very often, “Should I eat the chocolate or should I wear the skin tight dress that will show every curve?”  Often I will eat the chocolate and wear the skintight dress; that’s just how I roll. Unfortunately, in a recent situation, I chose to be right rather than be happy and I am paying for it emotionally.

When dealing with the human race, which sadly I most comfortable dealing with humanity when I am on stage, one must tread with caution.  Or I should say, I should tread with caution.  Sometimes I have hard time deciding when a situation needs addressing or when I just need it to play out and deal with itself.  Luckily I have some very good friends, who I can bounce off things off of, but sometimes the ego creeps in and I just shoot from the hip.  A lovely hip I might add.

Thankfully I am work in progress. With each set back comes a lesson learned, sometimes the lessons softly bounce off my full bosoms, but sometimes they collide into my tits like a cannon ball, knocking me of my high heeled feet and on to my round ass.

Stay fresh,

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