Hey y'all, welcome to Pink Shade. It's Mary Pain here. It's real house-wise of Beverly Hills

Monday, episode five in hot water. And my voice could use some hot water because, man, oh,

man, we had a fun, bunky weekend in Chicago. And by the end of this, it's going to be just a tiny

little croak coming out of my throat. Coming out of your throat hole. It is something.

Throat hole is it's gonery of the throats. It's a callback from three years ago when Mary Pain

lost her voice for six months, but still podcasted through the whole thing. And yeah, it might be

happening again. Hey guys, yeah, it's Beverly Hills Day, Beverly Hills. However, we have just come

off like a magical tour of Chicago. Just a girl's weekend, fun filled a bunky meetup on the 11th

this past Saturday at Rock bottom brewery. Tons of bunkeys came out. We hugged, we laughed, we cried,

we, we shared beads, shared stories about Curtis and Kevin. I mean, we talked about love after a

lot. I talked about love after a lot of too many of bunkey at the meeting. No, I really didn't.

It was a common thread. Yeah, I was like, you know, we can all get behind the Kevin and Curtis.

If we can't talk about anything else, that is a common thread. We can choose sides. Who do you

want? Do you want the K knocked out of Curtis? Do you want to do a little ride to chicken Kevin?

With a little dog? I would like them like, we'd like neither one of them to, nice prank, neither one

of them to have a K. I'd like them both to Evan and Ernest. That's what I want. I know, but you

lost your voice. You've been talking so much talk. I mean, we basically force Dr. Baby Girl Mary

Payne to regale us with constant entertainment during our dinners and lunches and breakfasts

together. I will say like all three meals, you know, Mary Payne, I kind of, I kind of felt for

you on the way back when I was flying back in my 33 minute flight back to Madison from Chicago.

I was like, damn, Mary Payne is like, she just carries a meal. You know, you carry a meal. That's

um, telling stories. You keep the conversation going. So no wonder you have no voice. I want

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