Archive for August 27, 2004
A Shot In The Arm
It’s 110 degrees in Miami, and I have a cold. I first notice a touch of the postnasal drip around 4am this morning. I’m dreaming about foreign lands where people wear T-shirts with their country in the center of the globe — “Look,” I said, “Everyone thinks they’re the center of the universe!” — when…
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I just got handed a flyer that says “join us for the CREW WRAP PARTY at Bongos.” Bongos is the poorly-named restaurant about six feet above my head. The party there begins at the end of the Big Show, which ought to be just about the time when my work really begins. Overheard During VMA…
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