What's in a Name? Justin Number Two

Dear Sillies,

I met someone a while ago, Bruce. He's very handsome. And very married. But wait...some men have friends. 

Early last month, Bruce showed up to the patio where I perform open-mic comedy. See, Bruce started to do standup too. 

His male friend sat across from me at a picnic table that evening. 

Looks nice, defined cheek bones, muscular arms. "Hi, I'm Robyn," I extended my hand.

"I'm Justin,"* he smiled, conferring a handshake.

*Justin isn't really Bruce's friend's name. Justin's an alias for the love of my life's name in Woman on the Verge of Paradise. That man's real name was Bruce's friend's real name. I'd vowed to never date another with same name. 

   But the name similarity didn't cross my mind. Yikes. That's how a gal gets into trouble, right? Deny the red flags.

   Justin and I chatted after the show until Jesus Christ--well, a comic who looks like the Western culture's image of Jesus-- interrupted. This hippie Jesus asked, "Robyn, I hate to bother you, but can I get a ride home?"

Shit, Jesus. Why me? Why now? "Car problems?" 

"Nah, I'm just drunk."

I couldn't let drunken Jesus take the wheel. Damn. I turned to Justin,"I'm sorry. I'm performing on Saturday night, though. Eight o'clock."

"I'll see you then."

I left, thinking of Justin, as I dropped Jesus off in a dark alley. (The nice housing is only for the entitled richie riches around here.)  

Stay tuned. 

Stay hot. Stay cool.

Feel loved. You are.

Lake Tahoe Getaway, Showtime

Dear Sillies,

I've been very fortunate to embark on exciting getaways these days, despite the pandemic.

Mother's Day weekend found me in glorious Lake Tahoe on the CA-Nevada border. (I'm late on posting this, I know.). Thing is, I went there for a show. Well, more specifically, I went to perform in said show! 

The marquee reads "Funnyball Comedy." This comedy included headliner Johnny Taylor, five other male comic friends, and...Me. The guys are all very nice. There was no ego to deal with. Johnny's a talented, witty, and humble gentleman.

Yeah, I've been doing standup comedy for approx three years. A friend from Chico moved to Nevada and arranged the show. He booked me as the only woman in the show. Woohoo!

It was one of the best weekend's of my life. I was treated like a celebrity and felt like one. They comped our rooms, drinks, and gawked over us. I made friends, fans, and had an all-out remarkable time.

While I didn't deliver a perfect performance (I forgot some things and messed up one of my lines), I wasn't terribly nervous. Most importantly, I looked good. If I do say so myself.

 I'd post the video of my 10-minute standup set, but I can't. Not because it's too naughty. I mean, it IS too naughty to post. But I don't yet have the full video. I'm still waiting on it from a comic friend who filmed the whole thing.

Here, I'm taking in the ambience before driving back home from the experience of a lifetime.

Be well, my darlings.