For me, that day was today.
I have been asked to jump out of a wrapped box dressed (presumably) only in a Speedo for a woman's birthday party. This alone is awesome, hilarious, even. What makes it even more so is that it is for a woman turning sixty-one. In an effort to recapture a forgotten youth (or something like that), she is flipping the numbers and having a sweet sixteen party. While I think it's a little weird to hire a stripper for a sixteenth birthday party, who am I to stifle their enthusiasm? Besides, this is gonna be really fun.
Usually, such concerns about my body type, and making the outfit look like a squirrel in sequins would bother me, but not this time. The thought of exposing myself to a room filled with old women and my friends is fairly liberating. I guess it's not liberating, so much as... I get to be a part of making someone's special day something she'll hopefully remember. Doing it by exposing myself doesn't even get thrown into that equation.
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On a completely unrelated note, I have just submitted my first piece of writing for professional publication, a short story called Charlie. This is my first move toward achieving my dream of being a professional writer. The whole thing is daunting as all hell, but it's all mixed in with a sense of unrealism that's just tickling me and making me want to get my ass back in the chair and write more and more.
My journey down that path is starting, and I look forward to sharing it with you all in the coming years. Thank you all for being my friends.