My dear friends….A series of yelly and garbled phone messages that were apparently left on our crappy cel phone Friday night have got me to thinking. It occured to me, as I (did not) put up my Christmas tree, that none of you had ever missed a cue or lost a beat, except when it came to starting an easy forum where questions can be lobbed at your old pals Dingey and Dusty whenever it feels necessary. Whether you walk through Bedford Stuy alone, ride your motorcycle in the rain….whatever it takes to start the fire, don’t go changing just because we left a note on the door that said “Sonny move out to the country.” So grab a bottle of red or a bottle of white, or some Captain jack, if that’s what gets you high tonight, put some bread in my jar, say “Man, what are you doing not here?!” and rustlle us up some quizling!
Advice? Driving directions? Orienteering? Menu selections? Recipes? Billy Joelenalia? This is the spot! We will attempt to point you in the right direction!
Anyway, the phone messages seemed to suggest that some sort of argument arose over Billy Joel. Please…let me know the issue and I will consult my storehouse of knjoeledge and see if I can resolve the argument. Like Yaweh, Billy Joel should bring us together, not tear us apart! I can, for the record, tell you that Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of 75, just in case that was the point of contention. Heavens to Betsy—Angie could have told you that! The girl ain’t no slouch in terms of Joelophilia!
Tree—I have actually ordered the salmon BLT and kind of enjoyed it, but I am not Dusty.
em bare assing
I barely remember making my call, and don’t remember mentioning the SBLT at all. Actually, I think that was 2 frdays ago. Sorry if we nuisanced you, but it’s only because we miss you, and we were “acting out” a bit. If you had heard the stuff we were saying after our thumbs were too drunkardly for poking phone buttons, you’d have moved to South Carolina just to put more miles between us.
I had the Slmon BLT, and it was very good.
HA!
Shows you how often we check our cel phone. D’OH!
You are never a nuisance. Never ever ever. Drunk dial us on our landline next time! Please! I would have loved to have actually intercepted the call and babbled at you in person. HELL! You can even call us when yer sober!
We got no cel reception on the mountainside….
I will still accept any questions.
Acting Out
That was when I declared my dislike for Elton John. It seemed I was like M*ck*y saying he didn’t like Nirvana — DAMN!
Really can’t stand Elton, though.
GASP!
I am, quite honestly, relatively Elton-ignorant, other than the obvious hits that nobody can escape. I don’t hate him, I don’t love him. He’s just out there, part of the air.
Goodbye Baby Jebus, though we never….knew you at awwwwwl somethin something blahblahblah dee dee dee dee dee dee.