an imagined reaction to the stunning met mcqueen exhibition:
loved one: "where is your face, babe?"
me: "mcqueen melted it off."
actual experience at the stunning met mcqueen exhibition:
met clerk: "are you here for the mcqueen exhibition?"
what i should have said:
"do i look like i'm here for the mcqueen?
hmm, i wonder why...
[cock head slightly to the left with a casual sense of playful inquiry]
...it must be because I'M DRESSED LIKE A CRAZED CIRCUS PERFORMER."
together we die:
a fellow mcqueen fanatic holds her chest + gasps for breath while witnessing the line of alien-inspired accessories + headpieces.
me: [shaking head vigorously to left, to the right]
"I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. there is no breath to breathe."