That’s me and that’s SALLY FRICKIN’ WIGGIN!
People, when Sally Wiggin corners you at an event with her luscious eyes, pins you to the wall with her gorgeous royal face, looks you up and down, and then tells you what a huge fan of yours she is, well, that’s when you can die happy. And she’s so easy to talk to and just doesn’t take herself very seriously. When I asked her if she was okay with me posting this picture to my blog her reply was: “You can use any frickin’ picture you want to!”
Sally Wiggin says “frickin’.” This pleases me. I’m obviously easily pleased. I imagine a pigeon could walk up to me and say, “Gawd, PittGirl, frickin’ MOVE already.” and I’d be all, “Awww. The pidgee said ‘frickin’. ‘ [kick] Have a nice flight, you cute knowing bastard.”
That picture was taken by my former “butler” Mike Woycheck at Pittsburgh Magazine’s the Best of Pittsburgh Party at the Warhol, my first official public event. I was a nervous wreck, I tell you, especially knowing I had to [retch] hold a microphone in my hand and [barf] speak into it.
As nervous as I was, I can’t express to you how wonderful it was to attend an event as myself. Me. Ginny. That girl who used to be PittGirl.
I met Tall Cathy … see:
Her waist is looking at my boobs. She’s very very tall.
I met Dave!
I met contest winners Emily and Jason and Karen and her husband Scot.
I got to announce that Santonio Holmes won the award for “Best Image Reversal” which I assume means he earned a certificate of achievement in Photoshop or something.
I know how easy it is to point a finger at me in this post, roll your eyes, and mutter “braggart.” I get that. I just can’t help how much fun I had finally being free, and it was something I needed to share, especially with those readers who have stuck by me in the shadows for so frickin’ long.