Just take a gander at these photos. You can guess what kind of story THIS was. Haha! Until last night Heather and Melyssa (photo above) had not even met one another. But after a few glasses of wine, you can see how the story they created together turned into somewhat of a hilarious stage production! Who knew they were actresses? That’s what Girls’ Night StoryClub does! Anytime you get friends (old and new) to create something together, the fun always ensues. At StoryClub, We call it connecting, creating, and simply, laughing your ass off! Now this particular story, 50 Shades of Whatever, had it all…drama, intrigue, suspense, and sex. A kind of who-done-it where we’re still not exactly sure if it was Sara Margaret, the aggressive real estate agent who had just finalized her messy divorce, or Parker who was a very dubious stockbroker, or even Gordon after his three-martini lunch. In any case, there was a hilarious mix of “oh-no-she-dii-ent” with a whole lot of silliness. What a fun night! But it got me thinking. What is it about people that gets them so caught up in the moment (usually alcohol induced) that it seems a whole different person takes over their body? So much so that you look at them and wonder, WHO are you? For me, at very specific times, that complete alter ego transformation has been Roxie Hart from the musical Chicago. More specifically, Renee Zellweger’s little number in the movie version. And even more specifically, the part where she’s singing about how one day she will be so famous that her name will be on the tip everyone’s lips. Here’s the bit. Yeah, I had that shtick down pat (or so I thought) many moons ago. I don’t know what possessed me (probably alcohol mixed with girlfriends egging me on), but the last time my “Roxie came to life” was on a boat party. She appeared well after the clock struck midnight. Today I thank the good Lord that cameras had not been added to cell phones yet. Oh the horror of it. So, here’s what happened on that boat. All the guys were up on deck hanging out smoking cigars and us girls were downstairs cackling like a bunch of hens. I had controls of the music which not only played lower deck, but also blared upper deck. So I queued the Roxie song, ran up the stairs and got into position as I was going perform my little number, for my girlfriends, as I sexily (at least I thought) walked (probably stumbled) down the stairs. Just like Roxie would have, right? So I got through it and everyone cheered. They loved me, right? I’m a star, right? At least that’s what sloshed around my brain. So I thought, what the hell? Let’s do it again! An encore, right? In reality, I’m sure it was more like oy vey, isn’t one time enough? Yet, once again I queued the song, ran to the top of the steps to begin. This time surely I will outdo the last. But as I got halfway down the stairs the song changed. What? Oh blasted! So I restarted it and the same thing happened. I even tried a third and the song changed, this time right after the first two couple beats. Well, I was just one frustrated starlet being denied her spotlight dammit! I ran up to the deck to tell my husband that the stereo is broken. “It keeps changing my song,” I yelled! Well, wouldn’t you know? He also had controls of the music from the upper deck and was the one changing it! “But I want to do my routine again for the girls,” I clamored. Probably more like slewed… “No Honey, that’s enough. Nobody wants to see Roxie again. In fact, it’s time she go away. Far far away for the love of God,” he nicely suggested. So there you have it. A starlet’s dreams squashed right before her very eyes. And Roxie has been in hibernation ever since. Probably a good thing. Yet, now that I think about it, perhaps it’s time for a comeback. Perhaps Roxie will make a guest appearance at the next Girls’ Night StoryClub? Hmmm. Rehearsals beginning soon. But don’t tell the hubs.