The spirits of the house welcome their guests for the evening!
A highly-irrational start to an evening of dance with Sacramento's best dancers!
I could tell things would get a bit confused during the evening, when I complimented one of the cast, who was collecting tickets. "Nice eyelashes," I said. She closed her eyes, exposing the long, lush false eyelashes, and opened her eyes again. "What eyelashes?" she said.
Then I begged to admitted to the house. A languid spirit on the stairs said "No!" I persisted. Then she said yes, and I was pushed into the house.
A highly-irrational start to an evening of dance with Sacramento's best dancers!
I could tell things would get a bit confused during the evening, when I complimented one of the cast, who was collecting tickets. "Nice eyelashes," I said. She closed her eyes, exposing the long, lush false eyelashes, and opened her eyes again. "What eyelashes?" she said.
Then I begged to admitted to the house. A languid spirit on the stairs said "No!" I persisted. Then she said yes, and I was pushed into the house.
This spirit maintained eye contact, regardless.
Elsewhere, another spirit said "Give me back my dollie!"
'If they can be irrational, I can be irrational', I thought. So I asked this spirit "Are you made of porcelain?" She hotly denied it, but another passing spirit said I was absolutely correct.
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