1. There was a uterus pinata haning in the corner of my doctor's office.
2. I saw a little person Michael Jackson impersonator. A bedazzled vest. White gloves. Dark sunglasses. Awesomeness.
3. Ever heard Irish techno music? Me neither.
4. Sarah and I narrowly escaped being kicked in the head by a team of subway hip hop dancers.
5. After avoiding the subway concussion, we danced and had drinks with a soap opera star.
6. G of the R&GB's blamed my Dallas-absence for B's current sickness. First, I'm "boring." Then, I'm "affected." I sure get a lot of flack considering all of the you-should-really-be-working entertainment I provide.
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Leslie,
Katie has been living in Brooklyn for one week and two days. She's moved in, bought furniture at a consignment store and the all wonderful CraigsList, have a friend stay overnight, leave her apartment and building key under the front mat and had them disappear the next morning... panic set in. She actually went from work to the 78th precinct to ask for a ride home and for an officer to accompany her into her apartment to make sure everything was OK. She was, of course, laughed out of the station house but did manage to find an honest locksmith and he met her and walked her in, etc. Everything was OK. Please email her at skhatley@gmail.com or phone/text at 615-975-5923. She has to be at work at her office in Union SQ. at 9:30 and is running in the mornings in Prospect Park and would love a running buddy. At night, she writes children's books unless she has a better offer.
- Michael Hatley
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