Wednesday, August 22, 2007
it's a good thing i can bake.
the afternoon before The Police concert at Giants Stadium. The Cute was taking me. i was in the bathroom "putting on my face" when familiar strains of music came soaring through the apartment:
"isn't that sweet," i thought. "he's playing The Police, because we're going to hear The Police tonight."
i walk into the kitchen, blush brush in hand:
"you know, i was having a hard time remembering songs by The Police, but now that i hear them, i'm like duh, of course! i know these tunes. i love these songs!"
silence. The Cute peers at me from behind his rockstar ringlets:
"this isn't The Police, sweetiecakes. this is U2."