bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- come and knock on our door...but not really I'm not feelin' too hot today. I think it's gonna be a stay at home and paint and play bass kinda eve. for me. plus, i think making the band is on. Tee hee. Ran into Randy and Jenny yesterday at Fort Reno. Randy had never seen the dismemberment plan before. truthfully, it wasn't the best night to see them. but maybe i'm still reeling from that blistering show they played at the black cat last june before their trip overseas. i dunno. it just seemed like Joe was half a step a head of everyone. Oh! Kim C. remembered my name. I think i almost fainted. It's so queer to be star struck, but i mean, holy cow- you know? Henry Winkler was in town in 'the dinner party' at the Kennedy Center, and i guess he and john ritter came to see camino and my friend Lynn was working in the house (that means the audience area of the theatre) and she met them, and i almost lost my stuff when she told me that she met henry winkler. i love him. or at least i did when i was 6. was there ever anyone cooler than the fonz? nope. plus, he kinda looks like my dad. even today, the kids he teaches (he's an elementary school art teacher) ask him 'are you the fonz?' But then lynn said 'john ritter even flirted with me a little' at which point i said 'ewww. uh lynn dear- i would keep that to yourself' fonz good- jack tripper bad. i'm tired and kinda gumpy and feh. but i love you* xoxo beth b. * i'm lying. aren't you tired of this shit yet? 12:54:57 - 2000-07-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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