viva las richmond
Around 3pm yesterday I was “like holy bleep — i totally forgot to put a bleepin’ post up yesterday on my bleepin’ website! shit!”
Well I didn’t have too much to say, besides that the Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes thing is the best commercial EVER for a movie.
I heard that this is how the proposal went down in Paris:
“Katie — I’ve fake-loved you for the last several weeks and want you to know that my agent would like me to ask you to fake-marry you, if that’s okay with your agent.”
“Oh Tom — Fake -yes! Fake-yes!”
“Here’s the fake ring sponsored by Cartier”
“Oh Tom — it’s beautiful — I can’t wait to pawn it for acting lessons”
This morning, I was scanning the radio and the end of a song “Butterfly Kisses” was on 97.1 WASH FM this morning (DC’s Soft Rock station..where it’s not just light — it’s bright) — the DJ came out of the song:
“97.1 WASH FM, DC’s soft rock station — that .. was.. Butter.. fly kisses — “, he spat out as he was choking on tears. “… that song really gets to me… ” “I think.. of my daughters.. they’re the most precious gifts…in the world..” The traffic lady was trying to ease him down but he was seriously crying ..like weeping almost… Then I realized I was listening to a soft rock station and wanted the last 39 seconds of my life back.
Tonight I hit the road for Richmond, Virginia to say goodbye to my boy from college/high school– Bob. He’s leaving to teach in Prague for two years and from there, who knows.













5 Responses to “viva las richmond”
give the bob my best wishes. and terra-da-loo. the bob is pure light.
ditto on mikes comment. the bob is a being of pure light and energy.
Good to have you back. You were missed yesterday. All for the best, however - ’cause today I enjoyed your entry… even though it sucked. Heehee. Just kidding.
Give our best to Bob, and have him get in-touch with Wickersham who’s quasi-dating a woman living in Prague. I met her when she came to visit Boulder — very cool girl. Email me, Marty, if you need Geoff’s contact info.
Matt Fine. Mike Ayers. Marty Z. Bob. All these names. Yikes.