To counter the stress that's building like a Fujita level 6 tornado (for those of you unfamiliar with the Fugita-Pearson scale, #6 is defined as so large as to be "inconceivable"), I thought I would take the advice of my parole officer and try to bring a little more play into my life. (Actually, I think his words were, "you think drugs are gonna make all your problems go away, bitch? You better get a new idea into that ass of yours." Or, something to that effect. It was hard to hear cause he had his foot holding my head to the floor and part of his heel was over my ear).

So. Play it is.

First, here's a meme to help me get to know myself better. Not clear if that's a good thing, or not, but sounds like play. Perhaps in the way Russian Roulette could be considered play. But it's all good, right?

So. Here's what I need you to do, if you would be so kind: I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. I got this from jilbur. Here's the lineage to this meme as far as I could trace it: jilbur got it from mindy who got it from shylah who got it from ASB who got it from Andie who got it from V. Is everybody having fun, yet?

Looking forward to those questions!

Now, I promised you a double cause when I set out to have fun, it's all out or nothing, baby.

I've been thinking. And, now that I have this alternative universe (the blog) my thoughts tend to go in more hypothetical circles than ever before. Here's my question to you:

If you could have a dinner party and the only limitations were
a) total number of people including you could not exceed 12
b) you cannot invite more than 1 person that you actually know and all your guests must be alive today
Who would you invite? And what would the seating arrangement be?

Here's mine-- and I can't tell you how hard this is! SO many people I had to cut from the list.

Okay. T would sit at the other end of the table from me and in order to keep him occupied for the night (allowing me full-out flirting, of course) I would put Rachel Weisz on his right and Charlize Theron on his left. That done, I could give each of our male guests a lapdance and he wouldn't even notice. Perfect.

Next to Rachel I would put Bono, then Wanda Sykes, then Alicia Keyes, then Owen Wilson. Yes. Did you catch that? Owen is on my left. Yum.

But he'll have some tough competition because on my right is Jon Stewart. Oh baby.

Next to Jon is Robin Williams who sits next to Sofia Coppola who is next to Quentin Tarantino who is next to Charlize.

I thought it would be interesting to see if QT could fall in love with another blue-eyed blonde, especially one who could act. (Just think of the implications that has for the future of film!)

I put Wanda and Robin toward the middle cause that's usually the dead zone in dinner parties and I trust they can keep it lively. My super hope is that with all the incredible food and gorgeous wine, Bono and Alicia will be uplifted into a spontaneous outpouring of collaborative music that will carry us into the wee hours of the night. Ahh--

Now, tell me about your dinner party.

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