One of my favourite PEI blogs to read is Frankie's. I find her observations to be funny, quirky and unexpected. From her remarks regarding this blog, seems she's a fan of this place as well.
Until last night, our mutual appreciation club had never met. Last night, however, Frankie introduced herself to me after coming to see Sketch 22.
I had some preconceptions as to what she looks like. These notions were somewhat solidified when I asked Cynthia to describe her. Cynthia had met her when Frankie became involved in Cyn's The Vagina Monologues last year.
So, anyway, I had a vague mental picture as to what I imagined Frankie to look like. I imagined her to be a cool, kinda subtly-hip looking mom. Turns out she is pretty much that, only not so mom-ish.
Then I started to wonder what she was expecting of me, and I immediately, horrifyingly thought of one particular image of me last night on stage...traipsing around on stage wearing nothing but black socks and a black velvet diaper, pale-white belly jutting out, leading me wherever I went.
Frankie, whatever you were expecting, you probably weren't expecting that.