The Illustrious Rise of Fannie Blough the Fifth

Haha, real jobs. Silly couple of weeks ago Lily.

Soon, I will be the official blogstress for the Liquid Music Blogosphere, and maybe even for KFAI's Live From Studio Five. I know I would be good at it, and this kind of exercise will be good for my writing skills. Though, I'm a bit slow to sign on my commitment, because I barely ever blog here, and when I do, it's not very exciting. But with these sites, I suppose I better know my audience...

I wish I would have Augsburg Blogged better...

Anyway. I can keep trying. The ongoing Auggie Saga.

I've been reeling over the Renaissance Festival, particularly this last weekend. It's all in a manic, whirlwind, intoxicant hazed blur, and now here I am.

After summer semester in the University of Life, I think I got a 2.5 in choices, a 3.5 in drinking, 4.0 in relationships (stumbled a little at first, but I got my shit together in the end for an excellent final project), and a 4.0 in Fun.

There's more that could be said, but I write today because with Fest over, I lament the good times and the good people I had only just had the chance to know, and then, days later, realize that it doesn't have to end.

You see,
At this moment, you are speaking to Fannie Blough. That's right, THE Fannie Blough the Fifth of Cocktail fame.

Story goes like this:
I'm sittin' on the Morris Knoll, nibblin', flirtin', and shmoozin' when a woman says, "You play trumpet?"
"Yeeah."
"Do you want to play in a rockin' girl band with boy dancers?"
"Hell yeah, I do!"
"Um. Are you ok with wearing a corset?"
"Hell yeah, I am!"
"Great! We're called, "The COCKtails."
"Hell yeah."

***

Today, I had my first practice.
The Cocktails consist of four women, all interconnected and incestuous amongst the local FOLK community. I get to play bawdy, traditional and fun dance music, dress up, plot the notorious tree of Family Blough, and hang out with some of the coolest people I have had the chance to meet in my short time here (the World).

My first Cocktail cocktail had chocolate ice-cream in it.

!!!

Lastly, a prayer:

Dear Universe,
As I hunker into my couch to stay up all night watching Sherlock Season Two, I want to say thank you for your generosity. After many years of questioning my identity, that of being jugglersexual, I finally decided to come out to the world, and openly pursue my true feelings. I said to you, "Oh Universe, please, help me find a juggler to call my own." And universe, you delivered... Not saying he, or any juggler should be, "mine" necessarily, but Universe, you gave me the strength and the opportunities to thrust myself into the juggler community. And I did. And it's fun.
Amen