On Sunday a Twitter pal (hello @bsweichsel I am yelling your name right now) asked me to participate in his bi-weekly TalkShoe show, Creative Under Takings, because one of his usual guests couldn't make it. And at first I was all I am so good at talking watch me bust a move right now and do we get to talk about shoes? and then I was all wait do I actually have to sound intelligent cause you know I drank a lot of wine this weekend?
But I agreed anyway because Brent got me out of bed that morning to go running in the city and I owed him a slap across the face a favor.
And even though I definitely sounded like I drank too much wine that weekend and my phone freaked out five minutes into the show and I kept wondering if the other guests could hear me if I farted and I'm really not qualified to open my mouth ever, we had a pretty interesting conversation about an article on Bush's cultural legacy. Or lack thereof. Unless you count this legacy of cynics and uptight arses.
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