Say goodnight Ethyl

So this is Ethyl's guest blog - on the last night of her life here on my rib cage - she pointedly asked - ok it was cold - if she could have a moment to have a voice of her own. I have been speaking on her behalf and now that there will be only half - Myrtle is beside herself - quite literally and the therapy she is going need is - a blog all by herself. Sing that line. It helps.

Poor Ethyl- . She always thought she might get nipped or tucked -but she never thought her destiny was a Petrie dish.

Sorry I am the one being a tit. So not listening. Go ahead Ethyl. We are here for you. ( yes I just said TA TA for now in my head)

Tit for tat. It is her turn.

I was named in 1985 by the girls in OMEGA KAPPA new on Water St. Trent.

Picture 8 strangers. More beer than brains. Bonding by naming body parts. I chose ethyl after my fav broadway gal. That gal had pipes. I always wanted to be on stage. Now my destiny is just to be staged. Like a home. A haunted one. Sigh

Back to me. And my show.

I first appeared in stairs of my middle school when my host body ran down a flight with me flailing free sans bra. She was in training. I needed to be. .

My second appearance was at S&R. Where a strange woman stuffed me into a variety of beige comforters. I lived here for many years.

I was not seen again until a strange RKY Canoe trip that occurred entirety in the rain. Who knew I could wrinkle so. Who knew the sun was so hot. Ow.

My debut as a real boob - comforter free occurred at some giant musical festival in the woods. We had to shower outside. With others. 100's of others.

That's when I knew I was big deal. Myrtle was bigger. But I had a better profile.

I had one more moment in the sun - floating with my sister in a lake. This one has been captured by shore line onlookers.

My last moment was with a professional - a photo shoot that let Kelly -really feel my sadness. And my determination not to let her die.

We had some great times she and I - and one or two with a loved one.

But to know that I am now host - to peter Paul and scary Mary as she calls them - is not ok.

So I have to go. I have to go so the show can go on. After all I am just a body part. I do not make Kelly a woman. Or make her sexy. Her mind and soul does that.

Oh and her shoes. Serious. If could wear shoes !

So thanks for the mamories - sing that it helps.

Love Ethyl.