It's that time of year when I get invited to a lot of final performances. Yesterday's invite took me to Washington Square Park. On a sunny day, who can complain?
It was actually great. Strangers loved it. And as I watched them dance, move, and roll around on the pavement, I thought it was pretty cool that that was their final. By the way, they really liked the roll on the ground move.
I'll ask you: Have you ever thought about the infinite possibility of dirt and germs in WSP?
When it was over, the teacher asked me to say a few words to the class. It went something like this:
"You were great.
You were beautiful.
And now you need to take a bath."
I probably should've left out the last part.