"Does your boyfriend know you're a stripper?"
"Yeah, but he works for the government. It's, like, the same thing..."
--Saint John of Las Vegas (which I saw the trailer for)
"You're the darlingest darling of them all!"--Dirty Sexy Money
Dreamed of a non-existent song about travel from the 1920s that was sharp and brisk in the Cole Porter style; a 1972 issue of The Moncton Times, a newspaper I read when I was young.
Baked cheese bread. (I stepped out of my usual order because I had to buy white flour.)
Dinner was Chinese food. (My fortune cookie said "Quality is more important that quantity. Do a good job."
Went to a Karaoke Meetup, this time at the Sports Center Cafe. I sang "If I Were a Rich Man" and "I Just Can't Help Believing." There were almost forty singers and I didn't get to do my second song till after 1:00! But this place is on the St. Clair Avenue streetcar line, so getting home didn't take long.
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