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Love it!
Gorgeous.
I miss him already.
meg, you crack me up. :)
I can’t wait til the day you cross paths again in some random setting, slowly recognize one another, and both dive into the exact same song-and-dance at the same moment! It’s sure to happen.. at least in my imagination.
I’m going to sidestep this whole issue of your behavior in public. Ghastly. But I will gladly tell you this:
As a sophomore in high school, I went to Passaic’s fabled Capital Theater to see Genesis on their first tour of the US!. Peter Gabriel was butter indeed. Buttered on both sides. Butter side up! Check it out: There’s a puff of smoke, and (BANG) he’s dressed like a bat! Puff of smoke (BANG) he’ Santa Clause! Puff– Jesus! You get the picture. The band was freakin’ Krump with Tommy the Clowne himself on the drums. I mean, this drummer was IN F’IN CREDIBLE. I never saw anybody play like him. He had hair down to his ass, but he was balding. He probably had bad teeth.
I think he looks weirder now, actually.
My point is–No great drummer has ever left the kit and done better work on the mic. Keep that in mind next time you’re lip syncing with the stain stick, sister~,:^)
Is this a Seinfeld episode or what?!
How sweet–go back the same time next week. He’ll be looking for you.
If you haven’t seen it, try to find the 1968 short film titled Prelude. It was written, produced and starred in by John Astin (Gomez Addams fame). Brilliant almost-silent film about a grocery store romance. Great fun.