Holiday Inn, Bluefield, West Virginia, March 17, 2004
Two funny chicks. St. Patrick's Day. Oh, the fun!
This one starts off much like my last time in Bluefield. A photo of me feeling sorry for myself. Tonight I have a cold and I declare to everyone that I'm going to die. This is me pouting drinking hot tea with honey.
But now really, I don't think one can call in sick to having fun. Two cups of hot tea and a dose of DayQuil later: I'm working with Julie Scoggins, and we have an awesome show! Here we are doing a St. Patrick's Day toast. During her show. Which I interrupt.
Julie working her magic onstage. She had me downright screaming as I watched from the back.
Me and Julie. Chicks rule!
Oh, yeah, she's a foot taller than me.
The finals of the frozen T-shirt contest.
Julie makes a friend.
Folks getting down on the dance floor. And have a closer look...............
............it's St. Patty's Day in West Virginia: bust out the camo!!!
Here's me tonight. I have no pockets, so everything is shoved in my belt. I feel like Batman!!! Business cards, markers for signing T-shirts, Iraqi money with Saddam on it, given to me by one of our boys who just got back, and my room key.
Julie and I with the nice young man who came right from his work as a cook at a country club to come join our show and party. I'm supposed to get breakfast with him and his buddies, but..........
Me with a biker. The biker's hair which I braided. Julie hanging with the bikers.
And of course, let's go call people!!! Julie and I head back to my room to break out our cell phones and call cool folks we both know. And cool folks we don't both know. (And disclaimer on Julie's behalf: she has this odd look on her face because she hates my camera's flash.) We get so caught up that I return too late for my breakfast date. Yep, I stood the poor cooks up. I'm mean.