My primary news is that I went out with a guy last week who teaches Adult Circus Arts. I did not know what this meant. He explained that it involves everything from juggling to "clowning" to eating glass.
Let me say that again. He eats glass.
Also, he eats fire.
He eats glass & fire for hire, at places like libraries. You know, like when libraries have weekend events and all the kiddies gather 'round to watch the man eat glass.
He did experience repercussions from eating fire. Shattered a tooth.
My friend Paul asked me if there was circus music playing in the background when this guy & I went out. Um, no--but I think that might've helped.
I just don't think I'm cut out to be a glass-eater's girlfriend.
Buh dum chhhh!
Next week: NY time.