Comic, Playwright, Non-Essential Artist

Aging

This Girl Just Want To Have Fun…

Last night, I went to a fabulous graduation party for Persian Surgeon Salsero. Now that he’s completed his 100 years of medical school training, he is now officially employed as a Surgeon Salsero who plays salsa music while he performs liver transplants on children at any given hour of day or night (talk about responsibility…and I worry about making it to the coffee shop before noon).

I had thought I might meet some nice cute surgeons, but never got around to it because I ended up dancing to Persian techno till 3 am. I’m sure there’s much more to Perisan dancing, but I did the best anyone can do with a drink in one hand. Mr Nick Panay BSc MBBS MRCOG MFSRH – Director of the West London Menopause and PMS Centre, and Chairman of the British Society for the Study of Vulval Disease. (BSSVD) “I frequently tell my patients to use lubrication during intercourse, and it is important to be wary of over the counter lubricants which can contain synthetic chemicals, capable of causing irritation and inflammation. viagra generico uk http://deeprootsmag.org/2017/01/15/the-zito-doctrine/ These medicines included both for intake and external cialis generic france application. Relaxation is a major fact as this enables mind to stay calm and the cheap viagra without prescription brain is enabled with proper transmission of brain stimulated signals to the penile nerves which helps in providing hard and stiff erection. Unlike, when using viagra tablet in india a credit card, you do not have to make the payment before hand. Add to the other hand a plate of food, and it’s a whole other type of dancing. Not good for the digestion, but I did get plenty of protein (loved the food!).

The point is, if I can’t tear me away from a mojito, beef shishkabob, and the techno version of Thriller to make an effort NOW, when will I? Although, let’s face, I’ll never be one to walk away from a techno version of Thriller. Maybe most surgeons know not to dance and eat?

The 26-year-old guy I was dancing asked me how old I was and when I said 36, he told me that I seemed like his age.

“That’s because I’m very immature.”

At least it’s a lot cheaper than Botox.

Just for today, I can have fun at 36.