I was going to have the best birthday ever.That's how it starts off... but the real meat & potatoes is her take on family.
It would start with a parade — a dizzying spectacle of floats, prancing palominos, and the country’s loudest marching bands. There would be troupes of mimes and contortionists, foul-mouthed drag queens, and a man juggling little girls on fire.
Monkeys dressed in powder blue tuxedos would throw candy and tiny bottles of whiskey to the hordes of my fans lined up along Sixth Avenue.
Not to be missed.