OK, so tonite starts the new season of “The Jersey Shore” and I am sitting here watching LX New York (don’t know why.. it was on)– and what are they talking about.. “Jersey Shore” Fashion .. Yes I said it, Fashion. As I am watching this I am thinking, wait, didn’t I go through this fashion in the 80’s? And the answer is....Yes, yes I did - so do I have to go through it again? No, no I don't.
Now, I do have a few friends who have never left the 80’s. (can’t really say anything… you know how that goes) They are mostly women, but a few months ago, I was at Jane’s, and then….
…he walked in…. Black T-shirt, Black Jeans, Black Cowboy boots, gold necklaces, bracelet, rings, and his key ring hooked on his jeans belt loop( of course) All that was missing was his slicked back black hair.. oh wait.. he had that. Never mind. Moving on…
I know what you are thinking.. “Who is this fine specimen of a man?” Well, his name is Gino.. yes, Gino.. (I cannot make this up people.) Now, I am not judging him by the way he looks (you know – like the people in Arizo-.. oh did I say that – outside voice again.. I really need to stop that.. ) but I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt – I mean really, you only hear about this kind of guy in sitcoms.. So I was introduced to Gino, and then he opened his mouth . Did I hear a low melodious resonating voice? Uh.. no.. it sounded like… Joe Pesce. No, I am serious, I swear, if you close your eyes, you would think you were listening to a scene from My cousin Vinnie–
I think my favorite part of being there that day, was listening to the bromance between Gino and another guy talking about “the good ol’days” The way they were talking about music and bands, you know, who was dead and what great music they made – well it sounded like they were reliving the 50’s and 60’s.
I hope I get the chance to see Gino again – because you know there will be a story –
Now, I do have a few friends who have never left the 80’s. (can’t really say anything… you know how that goes) They are mostly women, but a few months ago, I was at Jane’s, and then….
…he walked in…. Black T-shirt, Black Jeans, Black Cowboy boots, gold necklaces, bracelet, rings, and his key ring hooked on his jeans belt loop( of course) All that was missing was his slicked back black hair.. oh wait.. he had that. Never mind. Moving on…
I know what you are thinking.. “Who is this fine specimen of a man?” Well, his name is Gino.. yes, Gino.. (I cannot make this up people.) Now, I am not judging him by the way he looks (you know – like the people in Arizo-.. oh did I say that – outside voice again.. I really need to stop that.. ) but I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt – I mean really, you only hear about this kind of guy in sitcoms.. So I was introduced to Gino, and then he opened his mouth . Did I hear a low melodious resonating voice? Uh.. no.. it sounded like… Joe Pesce. No, I am serious, I swear, if you close your eyes, you would think you were listening to a scene from My cousin Vinnie–
I think my favorite part of being there that day, was listening to the bromance between Gino and another guy talking about “the good ol’days” The way they were talking about music and bands, you know, who was dead and what great music they made – well it sounded like they were reliving the 50’s and 60’s.
I hope I get the chance to see Gino again – because you know there will be a story –
Time for a decaf...
later kids...
Melissa, from the coffeehouse...
Given enough coffee, I could rule the world.
