My hard drive is still totally in limbo–hence the dearth of postings lately–but I had to duck into a copy shop and pay the exhorbitant computer-use fee to reveal that, after a conversation with my friend A.N., I have the best drag name ever.
It’s Ann Hedonia.
Next time you see me, I’ll be singing a concert of break-up songs in a dress made out of a burlap sack.
Does that mean that you’re saving “Hail, Fredonia” for the encore?
*chuckle*
Lauren, you must live an exciting life…
Will there be dancing?
No drums? No Carmen Miranda-esque accoutrements?
Coming from Charleston you must end the program with The Blue Danube. One must give a nod to one’s heritage.
Now, would someone please get me a Brandy Alexander or a Mint Julep.
I was always partial to Esther Vaganza. Good luck Ms. Hedonia
I’m too stupid for your blog, Faustus. I had to consult a dictionary.
I had to look it up as well, but a day in which I have to consult a dictionary is always so much more fulfilling.
Jeffrey, you must lead an exciting life….