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• a hysterical, 1-1/2-year-old kitty, Chloe (escaped from her bag, but wearing a cat leash {don’t judge me}) urinating and defecating on the soft, zippered carrier of her older brother, Luca, the cat (who experienced his first, pseudo-incestuous “golden shower” {scandal!}
• wee-wee paw prints on the jeans of human Mommy, strapped in to a papoose for a Pomeranian, as well as a seatbelt while drama queen, Zsa-Zsa, the dog helps the chaos ensue with her “The Sky Is Falling!!!” routine
Piccadilly Circus, 2004 -- I made it in one piece!
Yaaaaay! I arrived safely into Heathrow Airport! My plane ride, smooth and most of my fears about flying quieted by my faithful companion, Jack Daniel’s®. 🙂 If only going through customs had been equally as pleasant; Instead of the “Where are you going?” inquiry that I received with suspicion from airport security in New York, I was now getting from the “unwelcome wagon”, also known as a disgruntled, female immigration officer, “Why are you here, in the United Kingdom?” I responded, “To find a date” (I really was going to say that my search was for a “husband”, but thought, she might consider that some sort of illegal ploy to stay in her country.) She then gave me the “stink-eye of death” and let me pass (the WRETCH).
(So, anyway…)
Trafalgar Square
I happily hopped into a humongous cab that could’ve probably held my old studio apartment in Spanish Harlem and jetted off to my hotel, located of off “The Strand“, a historical street in the borough of Westminster.
In the lobby of the hotel, waiting to greet me, was an amorous, Italian concierge, with the temperament of “Pepe Le Pew“, who would keep offering his “personal assistance” by way of my hotel room… undoubtedly wanting more than a tip. More
I’ve seen more of Europe than the States; It’s time to take action! Let’s find out what Hot Sake -husband- and I will discover while driving through the USA… with our two cats and dog!
Sacrifice– giving up an apostrophe for a hash mark (Editor’s note: This little poem actually sounded cool, in my head, but lack of punctuation screwed me over:)
This past Friday night was the fun-filled Karaoke Battle USA viewing party for the East Coast Regional finalists who represented New York City on the show. There was a great amount of enthusiasm in the room as all supported the group of competitors who would vie for crowns held by “karaoke royalty” with hopes of heading off to Ireland as representatives of the United States in the Olympic-like battle grounds of the Karaoke World Championships.
I, particularly, felt pride in “Team NYC” for gaining national attention because I had almost been there with them, but fell short after the New York State semi-finals, leaving me to hand over the baton… or rather, microphone, in the race to would-be stardom on a series judged by the likes of Carnie Wilson, of girl-group “Wilson Phillips” fame, Joe Levy of Rolling Stone Magazine, and the veteran performer to an empty orchestra (the Japanese meaning for “karaoke”), Brian “The Cowboy”” Scott.
After the hour-long program was over, many of we competitors and enthusiasts got together with the live-band to put on a little showcase of our favorite tunes to entertain the rest of the patrons at O’Flanagan’s, the great, Irish pub on the Upper-East-Side of Manhattan.
Here’s my rendition of “Creep”, by the alternative rock, Radiohead (I would have also shared my interpretation of Van Halen’s “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love”, but the batteries in my video camera died 😦 ):
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