I had drinks with the Barenaked Ladies one night. That was cool. Also, in my band days I opened for a lot of acts that qualify as "famous" in some circles. And have had some of those bands crash in my apartment from time to time. Really only impressive if you're a 16-year-old.
Gah! GAH!
If you were sitting with me right now and told me this, I would be violently compelled to squash your cranium until this memory popped out so that I could eat it.
(I wouldn't though. Because I am a strong, strong woman, and can resist such temptations.
Also, I have the arm strength of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.)
I was once walking through the metallic-tube passenger tunnel at Union Station (New Haven) that connects the waiting area to the tracks with an ex-boyfriend.
As we traveled down the hall, I eventually realized that we were directly preceding Gregory Hines.
Because I am a short, round creature with stubby legs, he soon overtook and passed us.
And then, while I wistfully watched his vanishing back and explained to my ex-douchebag who Mr. Hines was, and why and how much I adored his work, said douche proceeded to tell me that he had crop-dusted the man (which is likely why he fled).
I think that's when I truly started to realize that our relationship had no future.
I guess he learned from the best.
Last edited by Andreas; 01-20-2012 at 06:19 PM.
This is good. So good.
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