me: male caucasian, mid forties, at Chuck E. Cheese on East Riverside Saturday evening 5:00-close, standing next to the ball pit (whackin' those moles), white sleeveless "I'm a Pepper" t-shirt under a powder-blue J.C. Penny private label button-down oxford with collar popped (also sleeveless), burgundy Haggar cotton twill comfort slacks with relaxi-fit waistband, aviator sunglasses with matching Fossil belt and wallet set, cologne: Axe Dark Temptation, body spray: Axe Harmony mixed with mail-order pheromone, hair: touch of grey and parted on the left (your right), one ear bud with i-shuffle set to loop The Crash Test Dummies' grammy award winning God Shuffled His Feet and seminal effort The Ghosts that Haunt Me
you: female or male of slight build, wearing "Vote for Pedro" t-shirt over faded blue Rocky Mountain jeans, blond or brunette (possibly a redhead), sitting near the Jasper T. Jowls side of the keyboard stage left
We locked eyes for what I felt was a longer than average time in between Mr. Munch's drum break and Pasquale's solo. Connection? If you agree or just want to see where this ride might take us, I'll be at the Bass Concert Hall every night this week during Broadway Across America's almost tony nomination considered production of Ditch McGarnicle's bluesy one man show: A Summer Evening with Ditch. Check the balcony first, but sometimes I move down to orchestra level if any seats are open after intermission.
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I think the world will be a poorer place if these two don't find each other. Where will the future slack-jaws of America come from without them?
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