This back room at the LVT is normally dark at 10 on a Wednesday, small stage, one mic, one light. Tonight it is bright with the glow of the game. We are cheering. I am cheering. Professional basketball. I have no real interest in professional basketball. But that collective effervescence is contagious. 

I am a public speaker.  Dale Carnegie graduate turned instructor.  This comedy thing has got me back into writing and everything that goes along with it so a stop in at Story Club was a box I wanted to check. I told the story of my snappy crotch.

I was delighted to co-host with Jimmy in the big room at One Star.

The 5 O'Clock has an energetic crowd, and when I mentioned Lucy's eyeballs, I was stopped with a loud "WHAAAT THA?" I then had to explain how she was martyred and had her eyeballs plucked out, which is why she is often depicted holding them on a plate. Yes, I understand how weird this sounds. Yes, these are my people.

I spent two years not making eye contact with the only engineers who actually make eye contact. I’m a Catholic girl. I had to go to confession after my first lubrication conference.