LeeAnn was getting a migraine but I convinced her to hang out with us at Chumley's. I love Chumley's. It's an old speakeasy with hidden entrances and the walls are fully covered with the dust jackets of writers who frequent there. I was a little worried for LeeAnn because the place was loud, crowded and hot. We sat near the fireplace and ordered some of the house brew. The Labrador lager was flat but the replacement wheat beer was tasty. LeeAnn & Sim are both huge Cure fans so they were bonding over their collective Cure concert stories. LeeAnn got teary eyed hearing Sim's religious experience of holding Robert Smith's hand. Even Sim cried telling it. Bah! If anyone is going to be doing some crying, it should be David for hearing Sim recount over and over again through her sobs that NO MAN...has EVER touched her...like Robert Smith has. Ever.
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ever.
simone | | Homepage | Thu, Nov 11, 2004 // 2:30:23 pm | #
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No man...but what about woman?
H3NR7 | | Homepage | Mon, Nov 15, 2004 // 1:08:59 am | #
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still no
simone | | Homepage | Mon, Nov 15, 2004 // 5:42:22 pm | #
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