Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Death of AnnaMaria

Yesterday during work an old man came up to me, said "may I?" and put a dollar bill in my cleavage. The boys agreed that I should keep that hard-earned tip for myself.

Then later that night we made $73 in tips and sang for Frank Sinatra Jr.

What a last day for AnnaMaria. You see, on Tuesday we switch over to being Dickensian Christmas Carolers for the last three weeks, British accents and everything. I feel a little sad about this, to be honest. I knew it was coming...I just didn't think it would be so soon!

No more endless renditions of Santa Lucia

No more cheesy Italian accent

No more jokes about Cannoli

Well, all good things must come to an end, right? RIP AnnaMaria, you unwitting floozy. May you return to my life again someday.

Any ideas for my Dickens Christmas Caroler character? I could use a few good name suggestions...

2 comments:

  1. whatever you end up doing, you should include Milo, because NOBODY rocks the poor 19th century street urchiin routine like he does.

    I'll Fed-Ex him to you on Monday.
    You're welcome.

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  2. esme micawber honeythunder has a nice ring to it:)

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