October 3rd, 2006
Sorry this is getting posted so late, but hey…it’s my birthday and I can post blogs late if I want to. Yes…I actually made it to 25. Although, I am not sure if I will survive the after effects of the Flogging Molly concert I went to last night!! So without further ado…
Crystal here, reporting from the road.
Here’s a few bits of fun and games for you:
- I had lunch with the fabulous Jill Monroe and Gena Showalter at a Mexican food place in Oklahoma City. They, of course, were charming and funny as hell. Gena’s phone howls like a wolf when her husband calls, and Jill actually procrastinates longer on her deadlines than I do. I, of course, made a few lame attempts at humor and was more like the special needs author at the table. My one contribution? A description of the disgusting hatching of the cicada invasion of 2004. I refuse to post this on my blog, but if you don’t know what a cicada is, be horrified here. I also may have explained the concept of a heterosexual life partner. Don’t ask, I don’t want to have your therapst bill me. All I can say is it’s all Mad Madam M’s fault.
- Shawn totally dared me to add this information to the post, so here you go. Gena almost brought Matt, her bootyliscious brother-in-law to the lunch, but apparently he had to build a fence. I have no idea if “build a fence” is dude-speak for “need to wash my hair.” If you are sadly unfamiliar with the muffiny goodness of Matt’s backside, click here. It’s too bad he couldn’t make it, as he missed out on the magic of me. You never know, violins could have played, a Danielle Steele made-for-Lifetime-movie-type romance could have ensued. Just as long as he liked to pose nude–for inspiration of my books, of course. If he had shown and I had witnessed The Muffins in person, I might have felt compelled to created a sonnet in memory of the momentous occasion. In iambic pentameter, of course.
- I have discovered I lose my funny mojo under pressure. The only reason this post is even remotely amusing (if it is at all) is because I had the entire drive from OKC to Amarillo, TX to compose it in my head. Well, that and think about my new erotic romance. If this post and my plotting got a bit tangled and my next book features a hero with dirty blonde hair and a luscious ass, I confess to nothing. Though I may have to write that poem as part of the dedication. I’ll have to ponder this further. To be or not to be…
So there. I went through with the dare. Met and exceeded, as Gena and Jill would say. I only hope to God poor Matt never reads this.
Also…today is Novelty Girls Day. You know what to do.
