This is my 600th post, which means I post at a much slower rate than most of you, but hey.
Now for a story that is mundane, and most definitely pointless. A couple of years ago, I was walking down the beach in Santa Monica with someone. I can’t even remember who, except that it was a male friend of my parents. Anyway, this guy spots Yanni and says hi to him. Yanni politely enough asks if they’ve met. It turns out that they have, and the guy was a little sad that Yanni didn’t remember him. At that point I introduced myself to Yanni, and he returned it. Therefore, I have met Yanni.
I’d bring in a keg since I know post parties usually involve some kind of alcohol, but I’d probably get arrested. You know, being underage and all.
[sub]Psst, it’s at the door. You can bring it in your damn self![/sub]
I once rode in a limo during a trip to Honolulu that was going to pick up Yanni after it dropped me and my friends off. So I rode in a limo immediately prior to the same guy that you’ve met. That’s sorta cool.