John and I met in 1997 here in San Francisco. A few years after we started dating he was talking about his friend B's high school girlfriend.
"She was this hilarious, nutty Persian mod girl."
"Is B from San Diego?"
"Yeah."
"Was her name M-----?"
"Yes."
Turns out John's friend from late high school to present had been the serious high school boyfriend of my good college friend M------. I even remember a trip that she made to visit her boyfriend at UCSC, where B went to college. Years later I ran into her at a conference (did I mention that she is a librarian, too?) I told her this story and she told me a story about staying at John's parent's house when she was around 19.
That's a small world, baby.
While not the oldest thing I own, I still have my concert shirt from the Rick Springfield Working Class Dog Tour from 1981. It's a grey and navy raglan baseball shirt with Rick on the front and his dog on the back. It fits in a much more voluptous way than it did back when I was 11, which really isn't saying much.
It's still in excellent shape. In fact, I wore it just last Friday.
I fucking hate commercials. Especially clever ones, they send me into a fit of white hot rage.
I mean, obviously, but it bears repeating. This might be the funniest show to have ever been on television.
I am not much of a Halloween person. One year, when I was in college, one of my friends/co-workers came to work on Halloween dressed as me. She wore a white t-shirt, knee-length cut-off jeans, a scarf as a belt, and a pair of Doc Martin boots* that she borrowed from her neightbor. That was pretty cool.
*Although I never wear them, I still have my DM boots.
By whose standards? I have the More of the Monkees, which some people might find embarassing. I, on the other hand, have no problem with it if only for the joy that is "I'm a Believer."
