You Rock!!!! Also: The UFO

You guys - that was such an awesome Comment-a-Palooza yesterday! We hit 100 comments! I loved finding out stuff about you, and visiting your blogs and just knowing that you're really out there! I wish we could all get together for dancing and mojitos. Thank you, thank you - you may resume lurking. :)

Still no comment from my Mom - though she did send me a separate email asking what "Holla" was and suggesting that perhaps I had misspelled "Hola". Nevertheless. I am determined to get a comment from my Mom and so let's see if this works:

Frank Sinatra was gay.

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Shhhhhhh.

We'll see if she responds.

OK. As promised, back to me. Of all the "Things You Probably Don't Know About Me", the one you seem to be most interested in is the UFO sighting. Hello???? Swing Dance Champion???????  No?  OK, UFO it is.

This is not an "I'm not really sure what I saw" story. It's not a "Could have been planes flying in formation" story. It's not a "bright light in the sky" story. This thing was a Big-Ass, scary, multi-colored-light UF-freakin'O. And I'm not kidding. My sister and I saw it. (Jan-throw another comment in, would ya? back me up.)

Time period: late 80's. Location: Block Island, Rhode Island . Time: about 8:45 pm, just gotten dark. My sister and I had just left our vacation house to drive into town and look for boys browse the gift shops. Our hair was moussed and our jewelry was plastic. There are no street lights on BI, so it's totally dark. We'd only gone about a quarter of a mile when out of NOWHERE this ginormous silent disk with colored lights was in front of us, maybe 100 feet up. So close that we screamed our asses off, pulled a U-turn and high-tailed it back home to tell our parents. Of course it was gone when they came outside. 

This is a photo of the "Hudson Valley UFO" which would correlate with the time period and location:

This wouldn't be a true UFO sighting if I didn't do a sketch, so here is my sketch of what I saw:

And here is a sketch of me:

Yes, those are my Jelly shoes. And shoulder pads that the craft probably could have landed on. 

But I will tell you this, my friends: that was no weather balloon.