Wordless Wednesday: Dark chocolate sin

Don't be fooled by the clever package.

I'm going to save your life. You can thank me later.

The photo above is of the Devil. Yes, the devil. I have met and consumed him it so I can verify my own assertion.

Chicken Grrrl and I have a couple of gigs coming up, so we're settling into a regular practice schedule. Because in this case music pays and theater doesn't, theater is taking a back burner for a few months. I'm going to be spending a lot more time with Miss Gibson* than I have been the past year and a half or so.

It's all good though ..... except that Chicken Grrrl brought the Devil to our rehearsal tonight -- everything sweet, seductive, and evil all in one artful package. And we ate all of it.

It's too late for me, but you can still be saved. If you find yourself burdened with the Devil, please, for all that is holy, don't eat of this sin. Bring it to me, at my home or at my Foursquare check-in, anytime day or night ..... No, don't try to talk me out of it. I will take this sacrifice for you. I will put my very life on the line to make sure you don't find yourself enslaved to the Devil as I am. Bring it to me. I will consume it with a glass of chardonnay, every last salty dark crumb. And I will share with you the wine, because even I can't drink an entire box of wine.

It's the least I can do for mankind.

Seriously, Chicken Grrrl and I decided we will share one of these at every rehearsal. Thus we share the sacrifice so none of you must need to. By sharing this dark communion, neither of us will consume an entire bar at one sitting (at least not in someone else's presence). This is the least friends can do for each other.

This was supposed to be a Wordless Wednesday post, but I'm a writer and what the hell else do I have but words. And chocolate and caramel and salt. Sweet. Seductive. .... Don't let this be you. Bring the Devil to me.

Word.


* Miss Gibson is my favorite guitar, an LC1Cascade. I'll post a photo another time.