You’ve heard about my beginning of the show ritual. More accurately, you’ve probably just heard it.
The show opens and I take to the mic to introduce the night’s program. By rote, I say the same things to start every single time. That’s so I can strip down to the appropriate layers of clothing once I’m surrounded by all that hot equipment.
I do it fast. I do it as soon as I can. I just have to get down to your favorite little tank top that I so often wear. It the best way to get as close to the silliness as I can. I get so hot by the time I wrap up the monologue that I don’t need to cover up, even with a cold and wet icy rain outside the window. All I need is to know you’re right there, wanting to hear every little sound of the show and telling me how much you like it all.
And then it makes me a little sad at the end when I have to put everything back on, but at least I have all the memories of our time together here in the archives of Bubbles in the Think Tank.