For the record – I just rocked a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit at the PnH for the SVU video shoot.
I was dubbed a slutty 1996 Holiday Barbie.
This might be the greatest day of my life.
Category Archives: P & H Cafe
Espress Yourself
Madonna’s temple hangs in the thicket
Next to the halo, used only in emergencies.
Babies flirt with walking the runway
In heels made of wasted civil liberties
Locally sourced and organically grown
Garage bands striving for glory
Amid discord searching for harmony
Do what you love until you can’t
Then scrape together a Plan B
Like teaching or serving coffee
No worries about the money
Drawing in, creating kinetic energy
Negative space rushing to fill
The list of things to do before I die.
Therapy
Phrases that point fingers
Aren’t conducive to growth
Not you, I and me, you say?
I work better with directions
And my own clever devices
Needlessly intrusive energy
Does not make me shine.
I’m on this side of the fence
I am doing my best to behave
I am quiet most of the time.
My actions are the proof.
I have boundaries to honor
I love the life I am building
Good fences and cement walls
Make business banter better
Stop looking for an insult
In everything I ever say
I’m not a mean person
I see the entropy is all.
My core is less shakeable.
Gotta look out for the quiet ones
I always say.
Survivors
Winners are boring.
Losers are sad.
Middle class is a swampy mass of challenges
Sharp
Unforgiving
Sometimes fatal
Living in the middle
Keeps blood pumping
Ideas churning
Connections
Detachment
Floating through time
Learning to choose the moment
Before it chooses you
Not thin
Never fat
Caressing egos
Stroking thighs
Collars chafe more than cuffs
Now about those hemorrhoids
Classy
Sassy
Kinda gross
We all have to eat!
Dare you
Shake the peach tree
Succulent
Fleshy
All grown up
Not ready to settle.
Be Nice or Leave!
The party is brewing. The music is scheduled. Haven’t finalized everything however…
My birthday party is happening!
@ the P&H
Sunday Sunday Sunday
September 6th starting at 7pm
That’s the Sunday before Labor Day. That means you can be there unless you really can’t. All you folks who have family plans and fancy vacations can still donate 5$ if you want to!
A Hard Bargain
Things
Fighting
To be there.
The warmth of the sun
Shared by all
Peer pressure
to enjoy it.
I can hear all the music.
It makes me smile.
Things I get
out of my head
The work I do
to keep them in.
Faultless.
Grand.
Working through it.
Walking through it.
Wading through it.
Swimming… tonight?
Barefoot
I’ve been stuck on this moment from last week. Dave Cousar jammin’ with John Paul Keith at the Buccaneer. I think I heard JPK at DKDC last season. I really heard him last week. The vibe there was palpable. A room of talent pulsating with the passion of creation and all you have is my word for it. 
Memphis Most Time Wasted
The Best of Memphis poll needs one more category. Best Pandering Asshole.
Popularity contests are not in themselves wrong. Majority opinion has worth and it’s very flattering when you win. And of course, the pathetic losers keep each other company in their mediocrity. The premise is that the “best” of something gets recognition by consistently providing quality service and/or entertainment to the masses. Lobbying and begging for votes cheapens the concept. Though adding Groveling to the Miss American contest has great entertainment potential.
If only money wasn’t involved. The annual Best of Memphis thing sparks a deluge of people and places reminding everyone who will listen that they want your vote. Some even give reasons why they deserve it. It’s nothing more than high school student council elections sans glitter and poster-boards. With less meaning.
I’m pretty damn opinionated yet I have trouble finding answers for the wealth of categories in this poll. Best BBQ in Memphis? You aren’t really a Memphian without thoughts on that. (Vegetarians note, DeJaVu has excellent BBQ tofu.) But Best Pizza? Uhm – it’s a tie between New York and Chicago for me. Best Florist? Might as well call it least shitty florist in Memphis because people who care about flowers most likely go to the spring plant sales and grow their own.
It’s also annoying that you have to fill out at least 50% of the 135 categories. I guess your opinion only counts if you are a really picky eater or a music snob? It’s a shame the government doesn’t apply the same rule to elections. Your vote only counts if you invest in 50% or more of the issues at hand.
Church of Dave?
I want to go sit cross-legged in the middle of the music.
Capture the brilliance with a thousand words.
A thing observed, changes.
Women are taught to observe themselves monthly.
Men don’t look until something goes wrong.
Yoga helps no matter what.