Crazy Mama Coming Back To Me

Sometimes my worlds collide like a couple roller derby jammers (Angelina Roll-ie and Smashimi, to be specific), and nothing but hilarity can possibly ensue. Last night's case in point: my spontaneous trip to David Sedaris' reading at the Cannon Center. Granted, it's hard for there not to be hilarity when any Sedaris is involved in the scenario, but in this particular outing, more than 51% of the fun occured after the professional humorist left the stage. And the anthropologist/writer/zinestress/roller derby team captain took the stage. Like a ninja. It's all well documented over on Stacey's blog (1 of 3), but I need to state, for the record, how impressed I was by the fact that the most daring maneuver of the night was accomplished not by the wild, free, twentysomething, single people of the party, but rather the homebirthin', Peace Corp-ing mother of two.