In the words of Dag Hammerskjold, "Peace Out, My N's!"
As long as Frank is spinning his crazy gold high in the turrets of the Dining Times, I will be the Rumplestiltsken drinking moonshine from a boot outside his castle and not knowing my own name. But beginning this summer, I'll be doing it from Chicago, instead of New York. My leaving town is a great excuse to host a comedy show with some of my favorite performers. Be you a one-time reader of the Bruni Digest, a loyal fan, or some pervert who googled "pussy" and landed on a Cats! image, please come check out the show, have a couple laughs and see me in my element, i.e., holding a tumbler and air-humping.