Fuck, fuck, fuck. Forget dropping my books, I think I just pissed my pants. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere without getting jumped in.
Dana, you’re too kind, but having to follow an act like this is terrifying, dance, song*, and all (which is besides the fact that it’s already the first Google hit for “daginer”).
Finally, Katie, you didn’t make it into the writeup because I got the impression (the one that I remember, however vague) that you’re a totally decent, kind, and respectable person (at least for that crowd). If anything, I would note that you had no place being there.
*Even if The Boss did already cover this in a dust-covered, dilapidated, yet surprisingly well-preserved cave, it was exceedingly apropos (watch as I carefully edge my way into the default Stat-Boy role of YM + Associates. That was research, y’see…).
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