Oh, now I remember. He was giving her sponge baths and she wanted to put the moves on him or something?
The really weird thing is that I’m, like, 80% sure that his name was Sam. What a weird thing to remember.
I know the SDMB has issues with board delays and post lag, but 45 or 50 years for a post to appear? Amazing.
Cite? Not because I don’t believe you, but because I don’t remember that one.
(Oh, and I don’t even know who the fuck David Cook or Daughtry is – well, until I looked up them up on Wiki)
I’ve been trying to remember specifics, to come up with search words. It’s very hard to search for it otherwise. Zsofia’s thing about the young hunk who looked after the building or something definitely rings a bell. It was maybe three years ago, I think. The whole spiel was couched in polite and dainty old-lady language, as I remember. It was quite artfully done.
I am not quite 52 yet but the main thing stopping me and my wife from traveling around to see Korn on their tour this year was my employers rather irritating requirement that I actually appear for work from time to time.
I find concerts to be a lot of fun. Yes there is drinking (horrors!). Yes there are probably more than a few people who are going to get high (Yikes) And yes, I am sure that a few people are getting laid afterwards. But the thought that these affairs are some sort of Woodstock-esque free-for-all are off base. The worst thing that might happen to your girlfriend is some temporary hearing loss and maybe some beer spilled on her shirt.
However, if Mrs. Slug had suggested that we travel to see David Cook, a good divorce attorney might be in order.