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Now this is the life...just back from running, slick with sweat, a nice cold glass of water and the Run Lola Run soundtrack on the stereo. Them Germans make some damn fine music. Aaaaahhhh...and I just had a lovely cool shower. How wonderful! Y'all, you must see Run Lola Run - it was so fucking cool! You see, this red-headed chicky (Lola) is running all around Berlin, trying to scrape up 100,000 marks in twenty minutes or else this gangster is going to kill her boyfriend. It's like a music video, or a video game...anyway, it's nonstop ultracool action, with just enough arthouse pretentiousness to keep out the riff-raff. Anyhow, we went to see that yesterday with Kent and James (pictured here, with Sonya), then we went to eat at the Cooper Street Grill, which was nice. Did I mention that Kent and James are going to England with us? It's true! They got their tickets through Priceline.com, just like we did. We'll stay in different hotel rooms, and we won't be joined at the hip, but it will be nice to have some more travelling companions. It's going to be totally sweet. That was really the big thing yesterday, that and visiting with Sonya's grandfather; he's still in the hospital but out of ICU and recovering nicely from his surgery, thank you very much. And we took the dog to see her grandparents in preparation for her staying with them in March. Oh yeah, somebody explained to me what a gonk is! I quote from the illuminating e-mail:
gonks were these cheap, nasty little novelty mascots' they marketed to us as kids. Like Trolls but with even lower production values. They were like a toilet roll tube covered in fun fur (the sort of stuff the Trolls have for hair) with a couple of counters for eyes and felt feet. And you'd take them into an exam with you and place them on your desk for good luck. I have absolutely no idea why. Still, it worked for me, so I suppose I shouldn't knock it. There you go. Thank you, Mave. I've been wondering what a gonk was for twelve years. And it's my first mail from England, too! Hoorah!
So I get a letter today, in the mail, you know? And it's from the president of my high school class. Next year, you see, we will have a ten-year reunion. I, ladies and gentlemen, am a fucking fossil. Anyway, there's a little questionnaire with it, and I though I'd share it with you, my people. |
During the great Duran Duran Mississippi Road Trip of 1999 that I participated in earlier this month, I was priveleged to meet Nelson Chenault, rock and roll photographer, and his lovely paramour, Monica. Nelson and Monica, it should be noted, have the exact same hair - they both have the kind of long, luxurious locks that make a victim of male pattern baldness (like myself) positively simmer with envy. All that's beside the point, though. Whilst sitting in the Grand Casino Hotel Bayview lobby, waiting for Simon Le Bon to make yet another teasing appearance, I got to glance through Nelson's portfolio. This dude, y'all, has taken some heavy-duty rock and roll pictures. His work is really, really keen. After he got through with the Duran-fest, he and Monica were hitting the road to see Tori and Alanis in Nashville, and then heading home to see Motley Crue and the Scorpions in Little Rock. Needless to say, Motley Crue was my absolute favorite heavy metal band in my dimwitted late eighties youth. Therefore, Nelson is the man for sending me this positively bitchin' picture of Mick Mars in action. |
