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But enough about me...

"Best-in-show" winner Ripley poses for the camera at the canine costume contest hosted by the Towne Gift Shoppe in Jeffersonville, NY.


Then we zoomed off to dress rehearsal at the NACL. Checking my visage in the rear view mirror, I admired what little hair had grown back in and cooed. “You look good!” I told my reflection, “I’m sure you’ll steal the show!”

In hindsight, I should have known better and checked my ego at the door. While “True Confessions” was in fact, a smash, it was Yarnslingers Joanne Geraine, Michele Schuchman, Jonathan Hyman, Neil Deutsch, Kazzrie Jaxen, Shawn Michael Porter and Colette Ballew who shone.

Fabulous musical interludes were provided by Max and Cat Wilson and Ramona Jan’s hilarious costume changes were met with thunderous applause. Still deluded, I took the mic and led the audience through the game show, stopping from time to time to help the sold-out crowd attempt to unravel who the “liars” were. I strutted about and preened, thinking that folks were looking at me, but the audience participation painted a story that I had not foreseen. Playing along, they asked questions of the game show contestants, sprinkled with requests for (uh huh) “pawtographs” and a desire to know more about the furball. Deflated but stalwart, I pressed on, still believing that (IMHO) there was some interest in me, but as the show came to a close, I finally realized that the attention was being showered on (sigh) others.

Contemplating whether my freshly cleaned tux would serve as a costume for the upcoming Halloween party at the Dancing Cat (www.dancingcatsaloon.com), Yarnslinger Joanne suggested that it didn’t really matter what I wore, since “All eyes will be on the dog,” and then she added that it might be time to “Get with the program.” Nice. As invitations flood my inbox, I’m taking Geraine’s advice and (finally) admitting that my false sense of popularity is based on my “adorable” dog and that I’m just along for the ride. As the light bulb flickered on, I glanced over and admired her myself. “Might as well wear the tux and inform anyone who asks that I’m dressed as your chauffeur,” I wheezed in her general direction, since she wasn’t paying any attention. “Oh well,” I thought—but enough about me.