I had a great time performing at WYSIWYG last night, and I'm looking forward to seeing it on video when it's up, so I can get the audience perspective. Thanks to Mom and everyone else who made it out to the show. For those of you who couldn't make it, here's the story I read about my rather innocuous run-in with the law (I am a lawyer after all -- how bad could it be?):
I was much cooler in high school than I am now. Hard to believe,
right? You look at me now, and I blend into the crowd, just another
thirty-something semi-professional, somewhat mainstream, but back in
1985, I was sooo much cooler. In fact, I was at a party recently where
there were several relics from my past floating around. Someone
introduced me to a young woman, who, upon hearing my name said – oh my
god, I thought I recognized you. You were one of the cool girls in
high school. I so looked up to you. She was in 8th grade when I was a
senior – I had no clue who she was, but it boosted the hell out of my
ego that night, that’s for sure.
So yeah, I was one of the cool girls, and I fancied myself a bit of
a wild child – I had short spiky hair, streaked every now and again
with a strip of blond across my forehead, I wore short black
miniskirts, ripped white t-shirts, and doc martens. Yeah, I was a bad
ass -- or at least I thought I was. I was always trying to push the
envelope. Not much of a challenge in my little suburban town of Pelham
NY, where merely being a girl without an aqua-net shellacked wall of
bangs was considered radical.