After the show, I was really fired up and even did a little drunk dialing, minus the alcohol. No contest…I decided the Edge was for me. I can’t stop imagining how much talent is in his ten fingers. And the guitar that is attached to his hip raises his H-O-T factor exponentially, even though his base hot number starts off pretty high on it’s own. The Edge, well, he is coolly understated. He’s charming, he’s charismatic, he’s entertaining…he is Mr. Bono, he has the confidence of the man in the spot light. Come on, Brenda, snap back to reality…like what are the chances you’d marry TWO rock stars from the same band! Regardless, here is my analysis. During the U2 concert, I was seriously conflicted whom I liked more. Nothing beats the promise of a clean slate.īono or The Edge? Clearly, my affection (affliction?) for boys does not stop in real life. Nevertheless, I have enjoyed 2006 so far and I even got to experience one of the best things in New York last weekend…I walked out to find a pristine layer of fresh snowfall. I'm still having fun at work although the glamour of production accounting may have worn off by now, but wait, there is no glamour, right? On the upside, in a week, my coaching gig at NYU and my one on-line MBA class begin, so I’ll have fresh, although not necessarily interesting, material. Double yikes! (Hope you’re feeling better, Spencer.)
YIKES!) And oh yeah, I came back to an apartment that had been exposed to chicken pox. (So by the current count, my teams, Hasselhoff and Bleu Cheese, are collectively 0 for 20. My soccer teams picked up right where we left off last season…winless. Marteen with a second degree burn on my leg from a scooter incident and into the furry paws of my pukey dog who terrorized Sandy with a sea of vomit during his stay at her house. To catch you up on my New Year, I got back from my sunny Christmas trip to St. We can all hope that I find a little personality in my writing in the near future.
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Granted he has had some foibles in the recent past, but I think he’s recovered from that particular rough patch in his career. So, be a friend and suffer with me like when you sat through Look Who’s Talking Too and Look Who’s Talking Now wondering if John Travolta would ever stop making embarrassing movies.
Ok, this isn’t my best material but sometimes you just have to claw your way out of a creative rut before you can get your mojo back.
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