Hi my sweet little mangoes.
Did you think I would abandon my dedication to this blog challenge?
You did? Me too…oh well! Here’s number 13.
My earliest memory.
I remember lying in a crib during a house party. I was probably 1-2 years old. That’s about it. *sets off fireworks*
Other than that I remember playing with our Fisher Price Little People Parking Garage while listening to “We are the Champions” on repeat. That and Alvin and the Chipmunks covers of Tom Jones songs.
Seems fitting as to how I turned out now.
In other news, I’ve been riding on a rainbow wave of comedy lately.
I went to my first open mic. I didn’t perform but I stayed to observe. Not as scary as I thought it was. Even the people who didn’t get laughs were treated well. No pitchforks or torches.
Brian Regan is coming to a venue nearby so maybe I’ll get to meet him. WHO KNOWS. When I got to meet Bill Burr I slobbered all over myself and gushed about all the things he doesn’t care about. But it was a fun experience. I don’t know why I think I don’t get starstruck. Me not sure if thart sketence waz kurect?
Until next time, my thunder babies!