Hi All,
It has been a minute since I last wrote but it is winter and the dykesinthecity like to chill out if you known what I mean. To bad I don't have anyone to nest with as of late. But that is a whole other blog. So our road trip to Boston started out a real treat with Filfy deciding she did not want to get out of bed the morning of our trip. And since we are like an old married couple (platonic of course), we got into a huge argument and we were off to a great start. It was freezing cold and snowing and I wanted to hit the road before all of the 90/94 ridiculous Chi-town traffic began. I let little Filfy sleep longer and drove to pick up Misty Winter, photographer extraordinaire and DJ Jive Alive. Eventually we were able to get Filfy in the car and we were off and running. We broke our trip up by heading to I-Town for the night. It was great to see my Ithaca family. We surprised Hannah on her 15th birthday and set up a little party with our I-Town friends. Kudos to Casekid and the Gray family for always being so awesome. And speaking of awesome, it was truly awesome-fest that my heat in the Silver Bullet decided to stop working on the way to Boston. We were able to recognize that the heat was still flowing out in the back seat area so at least we did not have to immediately go to the auto mechanic. We set on our way to Boston. After a long trip to Boston we geared up for the show. This was a great opportunity for us because this show is being covered by Curve Magazine for their 2008 style magazine issue. The focus will be on the collaborative efforts among Dyke Fashion, Hip Hop, and Drag. I am extremely excited to see how this article turns out. During the night ATKM performed drag, Filfy spit her rhymes in the hip hop arena, and the two groups became my models for the DITC Fashion show portion of the night. My old buddy Ann, an original dykeinthecity also helped out with my booth sales and made her debut as a DITC runway model. Totally awesome! So the crowd seemed to love the fashion show and that was very exciting to me. I presented our new Brass Knuckle ties (black, white, and red) and our new Fierce/Lioness Mini Skirts. These will be featured on our website as soon as we complete our next photo shoot. More featured clothing added to the site soon will be our new vintage vests and burnout tees with a fabulous new design called "Stiletto Mama." Look for those new clothing pieces to come out in our new DITC 1950's inspired 2008 spring line in addition to new dresses, hats, and accessories. DITC goes rockabilly this spring. It is going to be the hot hot!! Give us a few weeks to get the new pics up! Thanks for all of your support this year and happy holidays!
It has been a minute since I last wrote but it is winter and the dykesinthecity like to chill out if you known what I mean. To bad I don't have anyone to nest with as of late. But that is a whole other blog. So our road trip to Boston started out a real treat with Filfy deciding she did not want to get out of bed the morning of our trip. And since we are like an old married couple (platonic of course), we got into a huge argument and we were off to a great start. It was freezing cold and snowing and I wanted to hit the road before all of the 90/94 ridiculous Chi-town traffic began. I let little Filfy sleep longer and drove to pick up Misty Winter, photographer extraordinaire and DJ Jive Alive. Eventually we were able to get Filfy in the car and we were off and running. We broke our trip up by heading to I-Town for the night. It was great to see my Ithaca family. We surprised Hannah on her 15th birthday and set up a little party with our I-Town friends. Kudos to Casekid and the Gray family for always being so awesome. And speaking of awesome, it was truly awesome-fest that my heat in the Silver Bullet decided to stop working on the way to Boston. We were able to recognize that the heat was still flowing out in the back seat area so at least we did not have to immediately go to the auto mechanic. We set on our way to Boston. After a long trip to Boston we geared up for the show. This was a great opportunity for us because this show is being covered by Curve Magazine for their 2008 style magazine issue. The focus will be on the collaborative efforts among Dyke Fashion, Hip Hop, and Drag. I am extremely excited to see how this article turns out. During the night ATKM performed drag, Filfy spit her rhymes in the hip hop arena, and the two groups became my models for the DITC Fashion show portion of the night. My old buddy Ann, an original dykeinthecity also helped out with my booth sales and made her debut as a DITC runway model. Totally awesome! So the crowd seemed to love the fashion show and that was very exciting to me. I presented our new Brass Knuckle ties (black, white, and red) and our new Fierce/Lioness Mini Skirts. These will be featured on our website as soon as we complete our next photo shoot. More featured clothing added to the site soon will be our new vintage vests and burnout tees with a fabulous new design called "Stiletto Mama." Look for those new clothing pieces to come out in our new DITC 1950's inspired 2008 spring line in addition to new dresses, hats, and accessories. DITC goes rockabilly this spring. It is going to be the hot hot!! Give us a few weeks to get the new pics up! Thanks for all of your support this year and happy holidays!
So I sit down last night to watch the Battlestar Gallactica movie "Razor". For those who do not watch Battlestar, you should. Anyway, this is not really about Battlestar at all so if you saw the word "Battlestar" and are tempted to stop reading, one you have no taste and two, you can tune back in because this is really about the funniest commercial I have ever seen. First, I need to give a bit of back story from the show to set up the commercial.
On the show, we find out the Admiral Cain and Gina, both women, are involved. Ooooh, lesbians on TV. It actually wasn't really a big deal. Just a quick kiss and a touch on the arm. That's all us lesbians need to say, "holy crap, they are sleeping together." The funny part was that this kiss and touch on the arm take place as Gina walks into a meeting of all of the ship leaders after 99.9% of the human race has been destroyed. To put the moment in perspective, imagine this scenario. You are the president of an organization and your main headquarters has just been blown up by terrorists and now the survivors are on the run and need a plan to survive. You are meeting with key members of your management team and a woman walks in. You abruptly stop what you are saying, rise from the meeting, plant a firm yes-we're-f**ing-kiss, squeeze her arm, look longingly into her eyes for what seems like two minutes, introduce her, sit back down and go back to the meeting. Hysterical. As Bill Simmons would say, the unintentional comedy factory was a 10. Anwyay back to my favorite commercial of all time.
So we have just found out that the two women have had a relationship, a few other story lines play out and then we cut to commercial. I swear when I saw this I almost peed myself and laughed for a full minute.
Yes, you heard it correctly, "It's been revealed. Helena Cain and Gina Inviere are lovers. Brought to you by Quiznos. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm... Toasty!"
Hands down the funniest commercial I have ever seen.
On the show, we find out the Admiral Cain and Gina, both women, are involved. Ooooh, lesbians on TV. It actually wasn't really a big deal. Just a quick kiss and a touch on the arm. That's all us lesbians need to say, "holy crap, they are sleeping together." The funny part was that this kiss and touch on the arm take place as Gina walks into a meeting of all of the ship leaders after 99.9% of the human race has been destroyed. To put the moment in perspective, imagine this scenario. You are the president of an organization and your main headquarters has just been blown up by terrorists and now the survivors are on the run and need a plan to survive. You are meeting with key members of your management team and a woman walks in. You abruptly stop what you are saying, rise from the meeting, plant a firm yes-we're-f**ing-kiss, squeeze her arm, look longingly into her eyes for what seems like two minutes, introduce her, sit back down and go back to the meeting. Hysterical. As Bill Simmons would say, the unintentional comedy factory was a 10. Anwyay back to my favorite commercial of all time.
So we have just found out that the two women have had a relationship, a few other story lines play out and then we cut to commercial. I swear when I saw this I almost peed myself and laughed for a full minute.
Yes, you heard it correctly, "It's been revealed. Helena Cain and Gina Inviere are lovers. Brought to you by Quiznos. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm... Toasty!"
Hands down the funniest commercial I have ever seen.
Who is Dorothy Snarker you ask? Well she writes her own blog (I've never read it) and she also writes for afterellen.com. FYI, I'm a huge fan of afterellen.com. Awesome site! However, I'm not a big fan of Dorothy Snarker at the moment. Apparently she had some issues with Sarah Michelle Gellar being named 2008 Maxim Woman of the Year and with the photos that were taken (HOT HOT HOT!).Ms. Snarker writes, "Oh, Buffy, Buffy. Maxim? Really? What happened to “Are you ready to be strong?” How can you be strong while clutching your cleavage? That can't be a good fighting stance." followed by, "As much as I think it's every woman's prerogative to use her sexuality however she pleases, ...Sarah in black lacy bra and fingerless gloves does not scream, “Strong! Independent! Woman!” to me. It screams, “Hello! Still here! Remember me?”"
All I can say is WHAT? So showing your sexy side means you degrade yourself? Less Strong? Less Independent? Less Woman? If I'm Sarah right now, I am beyond offended. Hell, I'm not Sarah and I'm offended. I'm curious if Ms. Snarker's reaction would have been different had these photos appeared in The Advocate as opposed to Maxim. Perhaps if she wants to join our other 6 readers, she will post a comment about it.
When I see these photos I think, "Wow, she looks great." Ok, really my reaction was, "Holy crap that's HOT!" Should the strong, independent, feminist side of me hide that reaction because it's Maxim? I don't think so. When I looked at these images, I didn't analyze them for hidden meanings, I didn't make some uninformed judgment about why she did them, and I certainly didn't let them lessen Buffy the character or Sarah the actress or, even more importantly, Sarah the person. They are pictures. Pictures that show a very sexy side of an actress.
Hey everybody, This entry will be brief as the gay life expo in NYC is always a yawner. They need to do something to spice up those expos. The one hilarious thing that happened is I was interviewed by Randy Wicker for the second time. Last year Randy Wicker interviewed me at the gay life expo and he is so awesome. He is almost 70 years old and he is a gay male and an activist of many kinds. He was the first gay male to be featured on television without a mask. Pretty intense. Last year's video of me telling about the DITC clothing line is the 2nd most viewed of Randy's over 100 videos on Youtube. It has over 86,000 views. You can go to Youtube.com and search Niki Cutler or "Sexy Lesbian Dress Secrets" to view the first video, or visit my myspace page at www.myspace.com/dykeinthecity. It is pretty cool. So this year, Randy came back to do a follow-up interview and it is something else. I have to say it was one of the most bazaar interviews I have ever done in my life. We go from fashion to man tits to reproductive cloning, you name it, Randy has something to say about it. Really I think the interview was more about him because he really likes to talk. So anyway, my top model Filfy is in the video, along with NYC Femme Gay Icon/Gogo dancer, Randee Riot. Once the video is edited and placed on Youtube, I will try and figure out how to attach it to a blog. In the meantime, check out the first one to be prepared for the second!
Cheers,
nc tricky
Cheers,
nc tricky
For those who haven't seen this the last few days, it's pretty cool.Trinity's ten seconds of fame became one minute and two seconds of fame. I still can't believe how long this play lasted and that it actually worked. Also pay attention to the announcer. This guy is awesome. He's a sophomore English major but I think he has a career in broadcasting.
Kelly Clarkson came to DC last night and I am proud to say that I was there! That's right, I WAS THERE. I know you're secretly jealous. I figured I'd be one of two people over the age of 16 (me and my gf), but I was way wrong on that. I felt like I was at a Pride Festival. I knew she had gay fans but by far the biggest group represented were gay boys and lesbians. Such good taste us gay people have :) Anyway, the show was awesome and if anyone gets a chance to see her, I highly recommend it. She's the rare artist who sounds 300 times better live than on her albums and she sounds pretty damn good on her albums.
How did this girl become pop? She's a rocker to the core. Hmm, maybe she can dress in black and become the next Joan Jett. Now that would be hot. Not that anyone can ever be another Joan Jett, but this girl can rock. For those who missed it or didn't watch, check out the clip from American Idol this past season when she made a guest appearance.
Ok, enough about my current crush and onto the real reason for my post today. About midway through the concert, a girl walks up the steps beside me and turns in across the aisle. My gf says, "Um, what's that hanging from her back?" A closer look reveals what has to be the #1 thing you wouldn't want hanging off of your back while sliding into your seat at a sold out concert. That would be a two foot long piece of toilet paper. Yep, right there hanging from somewhere under her shirt. Not tucked in to her pants either. When she leaned over, you could clearly see it was making it's way up her back. How does tp get that far up one's back? I was very curious, but really I just wanted to tell her that she was wearing toilet paper. At this point though, she's like 20 feet away squeezing through to get to her seat and then she stops and she does the unthinkable....
... She starts pointing to the crowd and twirling around in some kind of crazy dance. I cannot save her now and she has drawn much more attention to herself. She shakes her butt.. she points... she twirls. I am tempted to leap and tackle her but she is too far away. The fingers start to point, trying to tell her and people start to laugh. Her two cute little gay boy friends are falling on the floor. They want to tell her but when she looks at them, they cannot speak. They are crying and falling over themselves laughing. Finally, they point enough and cry enough and point enough to manage to show her the tp. Toilet paper now removed, the poor girl just buries her head in her friends bosom. Good excuse for the first move I think. Unlike the predictable cough-and-put-arm-around-shoulder move, go for the tp-on-the-back-humiliation-and-bury-head-in-bosom move. Ten for originality tp girl.
Anyway, this blog entry goes out to the tp girl at the Kelly Clarkson concert in DC. She was actually a good sport about the incident so I can blog without guilt. The best part is she'll forever have a "most embarassing moment" to fall back on at social functions when conversation turns to such things. Everyone needs at least one of those. So readers? What's your most embarrassing moment?
How did this girl become pop? She's a rocker to the core. Hmm, maybe she can dress in black and become the next Joan Jett. Now that would be hot. Not that anyone can ever be another Joan Jett, but this girl can rock. For those who missed it or didn't watch, check out the clip from American Idol this past season when she made a guest appearance.
Ok, enough about my current crush and onto the real reason for my post today. About midway through the concert, a girl walks up the steps beside me and turns in across the aisle. My gf says, "Um, what's that hanging from her back?" A closer look reveals what has to be the #1 thing you wouldn't want hanging off of your back while sliding into your seat at a sold out concert. That would be a two foot long piece of toilet paper. Yep, right there hanging from somewhere under her shirt. Not tucked in to her pants either. When she leaned over, you could clearly see it was making it's way up her back. How does tp get that far up one's back? I was very curious, but really I just wanted to tell her that she was wearing toilet paper. At this point though, she's like 20 feet away squeezing through to get to her seat and then she stops and she does the unthinkable....
... She starts pointing to the crowd and twirling around in some kind of crazy dance. I cannot save her now and she has drawn much more attention to herself. She shakes her butt.. she points... she twirls. I am tempted to leap and tackle her but she is too far away. The fingers start to point, trying to tell her and people start to laugh. Her two cute little gay boy friends are falling on the floor. They want to tell her but when she looks at them, they cannot speak. They are crying and falling over themselves laughing. Finally, they point enough and cry enough and point enough to manage to show her the tp. Toilet paper now removed, the poor girl just buries her head in her friends bosom. Good excuse for the first move I think. Unlike the predictable cough-and-put-arm-around-shoulder move, go for the tp-on-the-back-humiliation-and-bury-head-in-bosom move. Ten for originality tp girl.
Anyway, this blog entry goes out to the tp girl at the Kelly Clarkson concert in DC. She was actually a good sport about the incident so I can blog without guilt. The best part is she'll forever have a "most embarassing moment" to fall back on at social functions when conversation turns to such things. Everyone needs at least one of those. So readers? What's your most embarrassing moment?
Below you will find a passage of lyrics from the new Kanye West song "Stronger." I have issue with the FCC. Have you noticed that besides the fact that lyricists don't even know how to spell the word "dyke", the FCC has banned the word from being sung on the radio! During this track, which is played constantly on radio stations across the United States, the word "dyke" is silenced!! I find that to be absolutely ridiculous compared to some of the words they do allow on the radio. Not to mention that if the United States Patent and Trademark office can grant dykesinthecity a trademark for the use of the word "dyke" in a for profit business, then they can allow the word on the radio!!!! I suppose this could be my next fight. Unfortunately we are not talking about rocket science lyrics here with Kanye's song to get the word approved on the radio, but it is the principle of the matter. Any thoughts ditc public???????
So how the hell could you front on me?
There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me
I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment right?
This is Louis Vuitton Don night
So we gonna do everything that Kan like
Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike
"Well I'd do anything for a blonde-dike"
And she'll do anything for the limelight
And we'll do anything when the time's right
Ugh, baby, you're makin' it (harder, better, faster, stronger)
So how the hell could you front on me?
There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me
I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment right?
This is Louis Vuitton Don night
So we gonna do everything that Kan like
Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike
"Well I'd do anything for a blonde-dike"
And she'll do anything for the limelight
And we'll do anything when the time's right
Ugh, baby, you're makin' it (harder, better, faster, stronger)
Okay so the rest of the P-town excursion went really well. I tried super hard to make it to the underwear contest at the Pied on Saturday night but just missed it. Every year I say i am going to participate in the underwear contest because years back I encountered my most embarrassing moment in life at that party. Suzanne Westenhoefer basically single handedly changed my life forever. If I ever get inspired, I will tell the story. I am not feeling the utter humiliation right now in order to go into it. Just know that I need to one day reenter that contest with all of my proper dignity. Nonetheless, it was a fun time had by all at the Pied and on to the after hours at just about the coolest house party I have ever been to. DJ Susan Morbido owns the most amazing living room equipped with strobe lights, fog coming up from the floor, and a full DJ set up. Unbelievable. It was like a circuit party in this girl's living room. So we all hung out through the night. Thankfully I did not have to wake up early the next day. Sunday was pretty sweet. I decided to get my rook and daith pierced by my friend Aimee, the infamous Bearded Lady. I believe the daith was possibly my most painful piercing ever. Ugh, that hurt!!!!! But Toni was there to almost hold my hand! I had to be tough and not hold anyone's hand. You know how that goes. Instead I squeezed a stress chicken. Kind of like a stress ball but in the shape of a chicken if you are wondering. Very pleased with my new piercings, I came back to the house and had a cocktail with Chuck and Kimber and got ready to go to a comedy show with Aimee and Toni. The show was Marga Gomez and she ruled. The crowd was completely spirited and into it and Marga was funny as hell. Finally, on Monday morning, I end Provincetown week by eating Ben & Jerry's free ice-cream for breakfast and caravaning back to the New York area with Toni. Toni, thanks for the very memorable caravan away from the town of P. All in all, a very satisfying Women's Week excursion. I recommend it to all! Especially if you are a woman...
I am sure you have all heard (play along people!) that the Buffy Musical has been canceled. Apparently FOX (and their sub-distributor Criterion Pictures) are completely clueless and decided to cancel the shows, which have been selling out all over the country, while they resolve issues surrounding bringing television shows to a theatrical setting. Blah blah blah. How dumb can you be people? You have thousands of fans rallying around a show that has been off the air since 2003. Do you think this doesn't help sell DVDs? The new Season 8 comics? Merchandise?
I could write a novel about the stupidity of this decision, but with the Dalai Lama visiting Baby Bushwhacker today, I have decided to release my negative vibe and instead turn my attention to something a lot more positive -- my favorite television shows.
These are not ranked in any way whatsoever. For one, I don't have a favorite and for two, I could argue with myself enough that I'd keep moving things around and never actually finish this entry. Although Buffy and Battlestar would always been in the top two :) There's also not a set number since I have no idea when I'll shut up.
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is brilliant. It is brilliant. It is brilliant. Joss, we miss you on television.
2. Battlestar Gallactica (The new one). Top notch writing, top notch acting, very relevant issues, and the most capable of having me stare at the television in that "holy frackin' cow" way, rewind and stare in that "holy frackin' cow" again like I'd never seen it the first time. At times I am speechless.
3. Cagney and Lacey. You know how you look back and you think "how did I not know?". Two great actresses, two great female lead characters and Sharon Gless equaled one hell of a "how did I not know" moment. Hmm. I think I will write an entry about this soon.
4. Xena: Warrior Princess. I actually love this show and of all the shows that I love, this one gets me the most grief. I'll stand by it though because it gave us a seven year relationship between two women that genuinely loved each other. The show made fun of itself much of the time, but it never forgot that those two women were the glue that held it all together.
5. The L Word. Hmmm. I confess I put this here almost out of a sense of obligation. I like the show and I watch it every week and I look forward to it every January. Sadly though, I don't love it. I want to love it. I want it to be great because it's great, not because it's first. If any influential people on the show actually read this (let's see: the blogs a week old and has like 5 entries so the odds are slim), please make it great.
6. Firefly. Let's see. Take a great show with great characters and genius Joss at the helm. Don't advertise, put it on at random times, show it out of sequence, completely leave out key episodes all together, wonder why people don't watch, say "I told you so", and then cancel it. For those who haven't seen it, get the DVD.
7. MI-5. American shows can take a lesson. It's an intelligent show for intelligent people.
8. 24. British shows can take a lesson. Who needs intelligent when you have Jack Bauer. This show drives me insane. The writing at times is horrid, the White House scenes make Baby Bushwhacker seem like a genius (or at least as smart as a 5th grader) and the terminology sounds like someone opened a tech manual and randomly put words together to sound like they mean something. Two words that matter: JACK.CHLOE. Kill off the world, leave Jack and Chloe on a deserted planet to figure out the transponder nebula forensa path #9 that killed everyone off and I'm watching.
I could write a novel about the stupidity of this decision, but with the Dalai Lama visiting Baby Bushwhacker today, I have decided to release my negative vibe and instead turn my attention to something a lot more positive -- my favorite television shows.
These are not ranked in any way whatsoever. For one, I don't have a favorite and for two, I could argue with myself enough that I'd keep moving things around and never actually finish this entry. Although Buffy and Battlestar would always been in the top two :) There's also not a set number since I have no idea when I'll shut up.
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is brilliant. It is brilliant. It is brilliant. Joss, we miss you on television.
2. Battlestar Gallactica (The new one). Top notch writing, top notch acting, very relevant issues, and the most capable of having me stare at the television in that "holy frackin' cow" way, rewind and stare in that "holy frackin' cow" again like I'd never seen it the first time. At times I am speechless.
3. Cagney and Lacey. You know how you look back and you think "how did I not know?". Two great actresses, two great female lead characters and Sharon Gless equaled one hell of a "how did I not know" moment. Hmm. I think I will write an entry about this soon.
4. Xena: Warrior Princess. I actually love this show and of all the shows that I love, this one gets me the most grief. I'll stand by it though because it gave us a seven year relationship between two women that genuinely loved each other. The show made fun of itself much of the time, but it never forgot that those two women were the glue that held it all together.
5. The L Word. Hmmm. I confess I put this here almost out of a sense of obligation. I like the show and I watch it every week and I look forward to it every January. Sadly though, I don't love it. I want to love it. I want it to be great because it's great, not because it's first. If any influential people on the show actually read this (let's see: the blogs a week old and has like 5 entries so the odds are slim), please make it great.
6. Firefly. Let's see. Take a great show with great characters and genius Joss at the helm. Don't advertise, put it on at random times, show it out of sequence, completely leave out key episodes all together, wonder why people don't watch, say "I told you so", and then cancel it. For those who haven't seen it, get the DVD.
7. MI-5. American shows can take a lesson. It's an intelligent show for intelligent people.
8. 24. British shows can take a lesson. Who needs intelligent when you have Jack Bauer. This show drives me insane. The writing at times is horrid, the White House scenes make Baby Bushwhacker seem like a genius (or at least as smart as a 5th grader) and the terminology sounds like someone opened a tech manual and randomly put words together to sound like they mean something. Two words that matter: JACK.CHLOE. Kill off the world, leave Jack and Chloe on a deserted planet to figure out the transponder nebula forensa path #9 that killed everyone off and I'm watching.
So in all my wisdom I decided to call out sick the night before the day I was calling in sick. Actually I emailed, thinking that when our headmistress (yes I work at a catholic school) got into school at her usual time, she'd have advanced notice that the IT person would not be in that day. So I'm not one to give a lot of info when I take a day. Basically we're given 10 sick/personal days and nowhere in the manual does it say we need to give personal details of every day we take. Not everyone apparently feels this way as some days we will get detailed explanations of why people are out sick emailed to the entire school. Things like: "I was on the toilet all night last night and my doctor thinks perhaps I have a case of the flu. That, in combination with my progressing arthritis as well as my horrible case of acid reflux just made me feel like I should stay home". WTF people. Do you not have any sense of privacy or, better yet, any sense of awareness? Hint: WE DON'T CARE!!!
Anyway, I decided to keep it simple so I wrote, "I'm taking a sick day tomorrow. I hope to be back on Wednesday. If you have an emergency, please call my cell phone." So the next day I get up early and head to the Daily Grind to meet Niki (yes our infamous Niki) and I open my email and Sister has written back, "are you sick?". Ummm, what do you at this point? So I kind of temporarily froze and then did what I'm almost certain 99.9% of the population would have done -- I lied. TO A NUN! What choice really? Why ask? Again, hello!!!!-- a personal/sick day is PERSONAL! Did she really think anyone, even the most Catholic of the Catholic, would reply, "No sister I am not sick. I am perfectly fine and wanted to meet Niki for coffee to discuss my lesbian clothing business so I decided to take the day off." I felt like confessing but wait, I have no religion to dictate such a confession! Thank goodness. I think that would have been a lot of Hail Mary's.
What would you have done? Comments are welcome!
Anyway, I decided to keep it simple so I wrote, "I'm taking a sick day tomorrow. I hope to be back on Wednesday. If you have an emergency, please call my cell phone." So the next day I get up early and head to the Daily Grind to meet Niki (yes our infamous Niki) and I open my email and Sister has written back, "are you sick?". Ummm, what do you at this point? So I kind of temporarily froze and then did what I'm almost certain 99.9% of the population would have done -- I lied. TO A NUN! What choice really? Why ask? Again, hello!!!!-- a personal/sick day is PERSONAL! Did she really think anyone, even the most Catholic of the Catholic, would reply, "No sister I am not sick. I am perfectly fine and wanted to meet Niki for coffee to discuss my lesbian clothing business so I decided to take the day off." I felt like confessing but wait, I have no religion to dictate such a confession! Thank goodness. I think that would have been a lot of Hail Mary's.
What would you have done? Comments are welcome!
