April 7 - Come Up 'n Shee Me Shumtime

It got cold again. There must be a reason for this. No one knows why. It has become a great mystery to us all. The weather and why.

On this frigid April night, I met Joanna at Big Chicks for what she called our "semi-annual check in." Joanna and I have known each other for eleven years. For four of them we dated, for six of them we played in bands, for two of them we performed in a burlesque show. She contributes drawings to this blog. Here's a story from our dating days.

Big Chicks is cool. Laugh-In subtitled on the televisions while close-to-crappy music played at an unobtrusive level. Joanna just got back from a six-week stint in Miami performing Spanglish comedy with Second City. In Miami, she berated a guy who joined her onstage for karaoke, got her nose pierced, and was chased by a crackhead during a jog, all while living in a 54th floor penthouse with maid service. Not bad.

At one point during the check-in, I did my new and amazing impression of Marilyn Monroe:

(left hand cupping back of head, right hand on right hip)

Come up 'n shee me shumtime!

I rode home in the cold, misty rain that didn't have the balls to be snow.

Verdict: Win