Apr 20, 2004 08:04
Tom Brokaw is leaving the nightly news.
Maybe this doesn't stun or depress you, but he was the first quasi-celebrity I ever had a crush on. I was 5 or 6, I think? Next to the mailman who delivered our mail until I was 8, he was the best man alive. And may I say, continues to be fairly fine-looking for a 64 year old. But that's prolly b/c he's married and has never showed any signs of midlife crisis.
Memo to Bret -- Sorry for spooking you last night, sweetheart. I was joking, and it wasn't a joke I might have made had I known you had a ::cough:: g/f. But yeah, I was trying to goat-get and it worked too well. Whoops.
And this week: Dr. app't today, feeding ducks with Andy tomorrow, hopefully moving my massage from Stowie for Thursday, and then I think Friday I'm going with John R. and Sarah S. (generic names = the devil) to "As You Like It" (SW Shakespeare Theatre Co.) and Saturday I've got cafeteria duty with Ryan in the temple and that night I'm going to go play with Aaron A. to do...something. I dunno.
Maybe I'll even get sleep in there. God willing.
nostalgia,
dating,
exes,
bailey,
friends