I’m sorry Mom, but you can’t go to this.
It’s for your own good. Trust me.
This Thursday I’m going to be telling a story for Backfence PDX. (For info on what the hell Backfence PDX is, click here. DO IT. CLICK)
Anycrap, what I have to do, what all 6 of us will be doing, is telling a six minute story about summer and love without any notes or paper or hints or black tar heroin. And my particular story has the potential to be so embarrassing and judgment inviting that I can’t believe I’m going to tell it, but I am anyway. Because I am an attention seeking whore.
So that’s happening and you should all come down and witness my abject humiliation and extreme blushingness. My story is guaranteed to make everyone feel just a wee bit uncomfortable in the pants area. And I bet you dollars to donuts my story has more cocaine in it than ALL OF THE OTHER ONES COMBINED. So I win. Maybe.
There is going to be a winner, right?
Speaking of winning, the internet has clearly decided that the Dane Management of Kiala/ Kiala Management of Dane Month of Doing Just That (I should probably think of a better name) is a good idea. So we’ve decided to start on Friday. I’m scared.
Subscribe to my RSS Feed
11 comments
I wish I could come.
I’d get wasted and cheer for you.
You win on the cocaine front, for sure. It’s going to be a lot of fun. I’m so looking forward to it.
Can I call you Kiala Krazybee on stage? Please?
I’ll be sure and send Dane some jerky at work. MWA-HA-HA!
Oh and I’m with Chris… wish I could be there. Sounds like a great evening. I would totally be a judge to pick a winner. I’m very judgy.
I am impressed at your ability to actually talk in front of actual people. Just for that, I think you win. I need a drink just thinking about it.
There’s no rule against drinking at this thing, is there?
A story with lots of cocaine and will make me uncomfortable in my girly areas?! I can’t believe I’m going to miss it - I will be crying myself to sleep tonight…
And I would sit with Chris and do the same thing. I have never cursed living here as much as I’m cursing it right now. I want to come and hear your story.
Damn you Rhode Island!
Damn you to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What time’s it start?
Damn you, Rhode Island!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, I just wanted to write that too. I don’t really damn Rhode Island…much.
It starts at 7:30! You better be there Matt Davis…and you too Sue Davis…or I am never talking to you again.
Ok, that is a lie.
If only I’d moved back to Portland sooner…
Leave a Comment