Oh, My Head...
Baby G and I went to see Garrison Starr at the hole-in-the-wall down the street last night. She performed in a round with Michelle Malone and someone new to me, Nini Camps. They sang for a good 2 hours and made an ass out of an ass who requested a Stevie Nicks cover (?!). It was awesome. I really enjoyed myself, perhaps a little too much, on $2 PRRs. After the show Baby G and I met Ms. Camps and Ms. Starr, both very gracious ladies.
I don't think I fell asleep until 2am. Getting up this morning was tough. Not only was it 19 degrees outside, but I had a bit of a hangover. Oy. Baby G made me some cheesy eggs with bacon and I'm currently sucking down a Dr. Pepper. Hullo, Shug-ah! I should be fine around lunch. Thanks for the breakfast of champions, BG. I's gots one word for ya: "Mohawk!"
"Squawk!"
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Wait, wait. Let me guess, was it "The Edge of Seventeen"? Hey, at least they didn't shout "FREEBIRD!"
Tell me about it. Although, he did sit next to Baby G and was whining about how "rude" the singers were to him. BG told him he was an ass and asked him to stop talking to her so she could enjoy the show.
Just like the white-winged dove...sings a song sounds like she's singin'...Who...cooks...for you?
Who, baby, who...who?
Ok, ok. Did you know that the white-winged dove only lives in the southwestern states? Yeah. It's true. It's also true that Stevie Nicks spent lots of time in New Mexico eating peyote caps.
Someone should have told her to stop before it got weird.
Who...cooks...for you?
That's exactly what Garrison sang to the guy while pulling the skin off her throat to make her voice all giggly.
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