Comedy night was a rousing success as usual, despite some early heckling from the back. Glaring at you, Thena, yes, you.
The only downward curve was this one guy going on and on with no punchline about things, and his butt, and I don't even want to remember. That is the price you pay for open mic, and it usually balances out and is worth it, as it was in this case. Although, sometimes I think I should go back to drunken-revelry Dionysus. At least I could have selective memory that way. Also, I miss the Maenads.
Athena brought her little dog-pig-monster-thing, and he was the toast of the bar. And loved every second of it. Everyone likes to be treated like a god.
~Dionysus
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Oh, Dy, I LOVE comedy night! Rubbing elbows with the mortal regulars -- they're so friendly!
Several times, I'm sure you noticed, I was begged for my number -- and the "comedian" who kept going on about sticking things...you-know-where, he kept going on and on about what potential I have! As a comedienne (with him, a la Sonny and Cher; he kept referring to romatically-linked duos) and singer (though, come to think of it, he hasn't heard my dulcet tones) and as a model, spokeswoman, superstar!
I tend to bring out the dreamers in people, don't I?
--Aphro
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