Random Musings

Well, I sup­pose that is what we all want to know at the end of the day, right? Who is this cooky chica? Kat Mc-G will serve just fine for our intro­duc­tion, thank you very much and nice to meet you. Though, we haven’t really quite ‘met’ have we now? More like a ran­dom stranger pass­ing by me in a cyber café and tak­ing a leer­ing peek at what dri­vel might be on my screen at that moment…or the mis­cel­la­neous con­ver­sa­tion I might be hav­ing over an over­priced, over-caffeinated cup of some­thing hot and spicy…

Soooo…who am I? Hmmm…that’s a tough one. I sup­pose humans have been ask­ing them­selves this ques­tion since the days of Clan of the Cave Bear. Well, I guess, for starters, I’m your aver­age Mid­west born and raised girl. Loves Mus­cle Cars (Corvettes in par­tic­u­lar ), ani­mals, boys and a damn good party with music , drunken singing and ran­dom debauch­ery for amuse­ment sakes…good times, good times. <sigh> Well, the last bit any­how seems to have died off over the years with age unfor­tu­nately and the days of Cro­bar, The Drink, Cir­cus and the myr­iad of other clubs that were open for a year or two then faded in to the Chicago night memories.

I may not be able to get my party on any­more as friends are tied down to mar­riages, the econ­omy, these screechy things they call kids (thank the stars I have none yet, just fur-babies) and over­work­ing (as we all are)…but I find my out­let for the Dane Cook styled & lisped ‘I just gotta dance’ in Tribal Belly Dance, Ball­room and Swing now-a-days.…

<still writ­ing, I’ll be back in a bit>