An Exercise in Verbosity, or Life is a Journey: Enjoy the Mundane Details (and Steve Perry's voice)

[elhoserboy]

It was through the most unusual of circumstances that I recently found myself, completely alone, in the middle of SFO's huge International Terminal, attempting to wedge an empty baggage cart onto an escalator while belting out Journey's "Faithfully" at the top of my lungs at approximately 3:30 in the morning

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Re: Totally.

[elhoserboy]

You brilliant, brilliant girl! The only reason I ever write in this thing is in the hopes that one of my posts might elicit a comment that wows me with its style, or dazzles me with its wit, or whose substance makes me laugh or think or both. Upon receiving such a comment, I hit the 'reply' button only to fumble with words for a while before reading the comment again and marveling at the expertly crafted sentences that somehow manage to use my words as a springboard for some glib response that, with respect to my post, shouts out "I GET IT!" without resorting to the phrase itself (or shouting), and with respect to its author, betrays a combination of intelligence and wit that seems to be all too rare...

Your comment was amazing. And faced with the daunting task of replying to such a comment, I think I will simply leave it at that.

A few points, however:

1) When you say that my interest in Journey surely cannot match your own, you are correct. My interest far exceeds anything you could even comprehend. Before you try and refute that statement, let me just say: I want to have Steve Perry's baby and I'm willing to do whatever is necessary to make that a reality.

2) Though I have never read Stephen King's The Langoliers, I have watched the terrific, so-bad-it's-good TV movie that it spawned. Sometimes, when I'm in my car driving toward a time warp breathtaking sunset, I pretend to be Nick Hopewell, the mysterious (and ultimately noble) Englishman from the movie: I put my arms out in front of me to shield my eyes and cry out, "It's--it's so beautiful!" No one ever gets the reference though, so I just end up looking like a total freak.

3) California is a big state, but should you ever find yourself in San Francisco I will treat you to the Jamba Juice of your choice (original size only).

Ciao for now!