So now, there's something very important I'd like to tell you about. I hope you're sitting down, because this honestly is reality-shaking news.
You all know the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game, right? Well, I'm two degrees of separation from...
The first boy I ever went on a date with (not the one with the pompadour, or the mobster, or the one that thought he was a werewolf, or the one that got the cue ball stuck in his mouth)? Well, his mother worked on one of Richard's Sweating with the Oldies videos back in the day. So it goes:
So it occurred to me last night, while I was busily changing verbs from present to past tense, that this means something very important. You. Yes, I mean YOU, who are reading these words right now? You're three degrees of separation from, well, THIS:
OMG you're so lucky
I am shrieking with excitement...think I'll get my hair done today.
You're so cool!
woohoo. Yeah. you got that right no caps and no exclamation point. Now if I were 2 degrees like you...
That's awesome! Also, a cue ball stuck in the mouth, really? Wow! :)
:) Love it!
I always knew Richard and I were secretly separated only by three virtual degrees!
Feeling the love right now.
Reminds me of the Sweatin' To the Oldies spoof video I made with my sister and cousins when we were kids. Good times. Oh, and have been in the present to past/past to present boat myself. It can be temporally confusing.
Wow. Can you say "destiny"? ;)
Thanks for the laugh this morning.
Wow. My life will never be the same.
I suddenly feel so. much. cooler.
Wow, and to think if I hadn't read this, I never would have known.
Yay! I've never really believed this degrees of separation, but I so do now!
If I do my hair like his will that bring me any closer? :)
So, can't you find old boyfriend and ask him to ask his mom if she keeps in contact with the fluffy-haired-wonder...so you could, you know, meet him? Because you SO HAVE TO MEET HIM. Have. To.
I can die a happy man.
Degree.....wasn't that an 80's deodorant.... I don't think this is a coincidence. Don't ask me what it means, but it isn't a coincidence. Three is better than two... Neener neener boo hoo....
LOL! I remember driving by his old studio just north of Los Angeles all the time and seeing all the people inside bouncing up and down.
Oh, Carrie - thank you, thank you, thank you!
Post a Comment