Highs and lows today, guys. Highs and lows. Dave Foley had his arm around me earlier this evening while his lovely sister-in-law, Barb, directed the spontaneous photo-shoot. I was instructed to pose a la Sarah Jessica Parker (one foot in front of the other, boobs out, fake smile) and Dave did his best enthusiastic gay husband face. Unfortunately the first one didn’t turn out and I think he tired of the game by pic 2. I’ll have to work on my charm.

I wonder why I find it so difficult to equate the man who shook my hand with the man who has entertained me for years. I can recall hundreds of actual moments in his life. I can probably remember more specific sentences he’s spoken than he can. But he’s just a guy… with a nephew… If only we could all be best friends with our favorite comedian, musician, actor or athlete. There aren’t enough hours in a lifetime…

And now join me in the depths…

Without tossing around excuses OR taking any blame, I’d like to come clean and express disappointment regarding my NXNE showcase tonight. It was like walking backwards down an escalator without using the handrail. Once again I thank the good Lord for blessing humans with a knack for repetition. Muscle memory: my saving grace. XXX XX XXXXXXXXXXX XXX XXXXX XXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX XX XXXXX XXXXXXXXX XX $$$ XXXXXXXXX XX XXXXX XXX XXXX XXXXX ‘XX XX X XXXXX XXXX XXX-XXXXXX XXXXX XXXXX XXX X XXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX XX XXXXXXX XXX XXXXXX XX XXX XX XX XXXXX XX XXXXXXXXXXXXX! (<~ Edited for diplomatic reasons) It’s transferred unprofessionalism. I think I’ve had enough. Fool me once, etc…

To everyone who enjoyed the show, thank you very much for your encouragement. To everyone who didn’t enjoy the show but said nice things anyways, thank you very much for your encouragement but you don’t need to lie about my baby. I’ll make a prettier one soon and we can ignore the last.