Sunday, October 30, 2011


It is funny.

I mean, how hard is it to not laugh when you see somebody bite the dust?  After you've made sure they are okay, of course.

Observing a fall is better than being the fall-er.

I can think of three really good falls I've had.

The reason I bring it up?

My third really good fall was less than 24 hours ago.  In front of the mister's band and an entire club of costumed folk.  On the dance floor.

Apparently, they put sand on the dance floor at this particular establishment.  Unbeknownst to me.

It was a graceful fall, so I was told.......straight to my bottom.........legs out in front of me.  Luckily, I didn't drag any microphone or music stands down with me.

I dusted the sand off.  Laughed.  And curtseyed in all my 80's finery.

What else can you do?


  1. Where are the other fall stories? I'm dying to hear those! I can't remember any good falls I've had but I will admit when I attend Blake's concerts I often hope someone will fall off the risers, it always cracks me up...

  2. Crack me up!!!! You know what the story will be now -- Danavee can't hold her liquor. Just glad you weren't hurt.

  3. Yes! Tell more fall stories! Doooo itttt!