once a year my friends strawberry and stevie and i are certified comediennes at a father-daughter banquet my church gives.
and, after our ritually absurd song and dance routine, our audience wonders whether perhaps we should be just plain certified.
this year the event was styled after an evening in france, so, accordingly, we sang “la vie en rose” … albeit with re-written lyrics.
edith piaf, i do apologize if you lay uneasy in your grave that night.
at least i didn’t do my louis armstrong trumpet impression.
photographs by randy johnson.