C Is For ...

Last night was Danny from Reality Check TV's birthday bash. For those of you who don't know, I am their "Warning Girl" who appears at the beginning of each episode, warning viewers that their content is NOT appropriate for children. Thus, it was fitting that I show up at Danny's birthday party and give him some decent birthday spankings.

Danny is a great guy and we run into each other at various events we attend. He had asked me about attending his birthday party, but he had no idea I was going to be doing anything naughty once I arrived. I have some other friends in the adult business who wanted to give Danny something to remember, so we all showed up well after the festivities had already begun.

As we walked in, I was stunned to see a guy with blue fur singing on stage. I had to blink a couple of times as I couldn't believe my eyes. At first I thought it was a joke, but then I realized that this was NO joke. The word COOKIE kept being heard and then I realized, he was singing some of my old favorites from Sesame Street. Turns out the band Cookie Mongoloid was booked to play at Danny's party and we had arrived in the middle of their set. Once I began to listen to the words a bit more closely, I began to grin from ear to ear. How could you not after hearing, "Me lost me cookie in the mosh pit?" It was pure genius! Mind you, this band isn't a joke. They are true musicians.

The highlight of the set was "One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other," replete with trombone playing at specific intervals to make the title mean what it says. Years of watching Sesame Street as a child flashed through my head as I heard those familiar words. It seemed as if life had come full circle in this dark little club.

After Cooke Mongoloid finished their set, it was time for Danny to get his beating. His fellow Reality Check TV hosts got up on stage and called him up to give him his birthday wishes. I snuck up there too and before Danny could figure out what was happening, the crowd was egging me on to give him a few whacks with my paddle. Danny bent over and took it like a man for as long as he could. When he turned around and begged me to stop, I made him kiss my boots ( he was already on his knees at this point), and the punishment ended.

Happy Birthday Danny. It was a great party and thanks for introducing me to a new band. I will never think of Sesame Street the same again.

VQ