It reminds me of feelings I haven’t felt in a while and that I like feeling. Namely summer, and the Californian being perplexed at the East Coast. Also, that if I was a superhero, my escape vehicle would be a beat up station wagon and a cd player and someone with a good tan in the car with me. That’s what this song makes me feel. Freud?
mercybell asked: hey can you teach me to hit on people properly?!
Oh, Mercy. Here are a few ways to approach this depending on your MO.
1) Compliments are good. Speak with conviction.
2) Be forward. It doesn’t hurt and it’s pretty clear that you’re hitting on them.
3) If you’re at a bar/club/party/other public/creepy setting:
- Approach person of interest
- Tell them they have nice shoes (even if they’re barefoot or have no feet)
- Ask them if they would like to go home with you
- If they say yes, SCORE
- If they say no, walk away, or ignore you then repeat the first three steps on a different hottie. Or you could stalk them for the remainder of the evening if you’re into that.
I would like to remind NEBRASKA that thanks to the Homestead Act of 1862, thousands of immigrants from Ellis Island from countries that don’t exist anymore flooded your prairie plains. Go read My Antonia.
Yesterday Danielle, Bill, and I were killing time in Tompkins Square Park rehearsing and playing songs and two six year old kids decided to request we play “Time After Time”. Soon TEN other children ages 3-7 surrounded us and were requesting Lady Gaga, ABBA, “A Hard Knock Life”, “Puff the Magic Dragon”, some Beatles (but not all), some Ramones (but not all), and Justin Bieber.
One kid said her name was sushi, so Bill said his name was baba ganoush. She knew how to say it. I think she probably eats it. They shook my hand and told us they were there every day and we should come back.