Tonight our fire performance group Pandora’s Matchbox performed at the big, fancy, expensive fundraising gala for St. Louis Effort For Aids. We spun through many gallons of fuel, I breathed quite a bit of fuel out of my mouth in the form of huge pillars of fire, and I danced in a crazy costume on stilts as part of a giant conga line.

Then we went to the City Museum and spun fire some more, and had a few beers.

Then, after dozens of spins, several fire breathing and fire eating sessions, and tantalizingly dangerous stilt-walking ended with no trouble at all, I come home and burn myself making a pizza bagel. How cruel you are, Fate, to keep me from making it through the night unscathed.