Archive for September, 2012


Sep 12 2012
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Last Wed was the end of the pool party season. 🙁
As you well know, I’ve made a tradition out of jumping in the pool with my clothes on at the end of each show. Little did I know that this would serve as an inspiration to the inner child of the previous generation. It turns out that my extended family of aunties and uncles decided to get in on the act as well. Because of their spontaneity, they were unfortunately unable to take advantage of the “Fully-clothed Cannonball Tips” outlined in my blog archive.

1-2-3 in the 4 of us go. As usual, I get out and excuse myself to change into my dry swim trunks for the drive home. Patti, Linda & Dave (thought about changing the names to protect their identity but, my brain said, “This is how it goes if you wanna play with the big boys!”), under the circumstances, were obviously unprepared. I can only imagine what their 45-min ride home was like. Windows down, heater on and Bon Jovi’s “Slippery When Wet” CD cranking on the car stereo. “Oh we’re half way there……”

Red Hot Chili Pepper

Sep 4 2012
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After performing as a trio at a 40th B-day party this past Saturday, I’m not sure what made me hotter. Was it the game of “Musical Canopy” we played every 30 minutes to keep from melting or was it our fine female host dirty dancing with a blow up doll, as she tempted the inside air conditioning dwellers to enjoy what we were cooking up outside? The answer is…..neither.

It was later that night at my sister’s B-day party, when I got into a conversation about chili peppers, with a gentleman named Eric. To say that he is passionate about growing heat on a vine, would be a gross understatement! I like heat, so what the hell, it was only a tiny little spec on the end of a toothpick. 10 seconds later I realized that my brain had prompted yet another, exercise in bad judgement. The inside of my face felt like it was resting on a bed of hot coals as my nose ran a 4-minute mile. I come to find out that the peppers in the little baggie he pulled from his pocket were only the 3rd hottest in the WORLD! After about 30 to 40 minutes of fire dancing we sing Happy Birthday and my sister turns to me and says, “Where’s my song?!” No doubt about it……the heat was on!