Cruel Fate
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.
Sunday 10 Apr 2005 | Sam | Personal
at least you didn’t burn the pizza bagel…or did you?
Unfortunately, yes. I said, “Is something burning?” and he rushed to the oven, confirming our fears. But, it’s OK, I pick up fresh bagels at least once a week. He won’t be without garlic bagels for too long.
Hey Jana, how’s the new job?
new job is WONDERFUL! How did you know i even had a new one? Creekside is calm, customers are smiley, owners know me (sam used to walk under the greenhouse benches when i watered at Fossil Creek Nursery when he was just a little tyke), i know them, potting plants is theraputic, selling plants is fun, watering and weeding and stuff is great, i can’t believe I’m getting paid to do the fun stuff again. I’d do it year round if i got an offer.