A Very Funny Story

Hello All,

How is everyone doing? Good I hope. I have a very very funny story to share with all of you, but before I do that I have to talk about last nights game between Florida State and North Carolina State. I am beginning to think that Bobby Bowden is being blackmailed by Drew Rutherford. Because there is no way this kid can be so awful for so long and not be benched. I don't want to hear that bleeding heart crap of give the kid a chance he has no offensive line to back him up. That is not true he has two great wide receivers and a running back that was the highest recruit in the state of Florida. Did you see that game? We were down by four with fifteen minutes left in the game. Instead of playing it safe and getting steady yards so that you could throw it into the end zone. We decided on the second play of the series to throw long and ofcourse NC State picked us off. Now I didn't play football when I was a little girl but I know enough to realize that if your receiver is covered by a sea of red shirts and you are wearing white shirts maybe you shouldn't throw it to him especially when you have another receiver who is completely wide open. I don't know maybe that is just me.

Ok on to my funny story. Last night I went to the grand opening of the Carnival Center for the Performing Arts in Miami. I had gotten these tickets a long time ago and it was to benefit a great cause; Breast Cancer. Which by the way, I have decided to donate half of my proceeds from every trip this month to the National Breast Cancer Society. My one friend Charlotte could not go with me because she had another engagement so I took my other friend Teneal (no relation to the Captain). Now, it is been about a solid year since Teneal and I have hung out so I really forgot that she has a problem with alcohol. We go into the hall which is just beautiful; it is a 2100 seat hall and the center stage is retractable. To simply put it is breathtaking. Our table just happened to be in the center and we were seated with a girl from South Miami that neither one of us knew. As the night progressed she was complaining about how there were no decent men around and every man she meets is gay. My friend without skipping a beat says to her:"you don't shoot all the dogs because one has fleas (in her best Southern accent) and maybe you shouldn't blame the guys you meet but you should blame your pussy instead for attracting those type of guys." At that moment the entire building went quite and I felt all eyes on me. It reminded me of that Eddie Murphy movie with Grace Jones in it where she kept saying, "pussy, pussy, pussy." I tired to get up from the table but my dress got caught in the chair and I fell flat on my face. I have to laugh at myself because at best I would have gone through the evening as the girl who sat at that table but NOW I will be referred to as the girl who not only sat at that table but who fell on flat on her face.

I could go on to tell you all about how I really embarrassed myself while trying to do the electric slide. I am sorry but yours truly was not blessed with the "rhythm" gene. I feel I have divulged enough information for one day. Besides I don't want anyone to get the wrong impression of me; you know that I like to hang out with vulgar women, fall in very public places and realize that I can't dance. I have a reputation to maintain.

Hugs & Kisses,
Cam