-----Original Message-----
From: Dorman, Gina (CPS)
Sent: Tuesday, January 25, 2000 8:59 AM
To: '[EMAIL PROTECTED]'
Subject: It's just a Hunka Hunka Donka Shane
Last night, Mike was already starting to whine about the trip. He
complained about there being no good places to dance in Las Vegas and that
I'll be all busy with my Doobie Girlfriends cutting up and telling old
concert stories. Then he started doing Elvis impersonations and singing
"woah ho China Grove!!!Ya ya thank-y-ver-much"
I hit him over the head with my pillow.
I was about to fall asleep when he started singing "Donka Shane" in my ear.
"You know you've never wanted to go to Las Vegas, hun! You said yourself
it is the Kitchiest town in the USA. You hate gambling and you hate lounge
acts and you're allergic to cigarette smoke but your Doobies are there so
that's why you're going." I glared at him, giving him that stare a wife
gives her husband when she knows he's just jealous. There was a long
pregnant pause.
Then, "you realize you're becoming one of those middle-aged mommies who
brings her little handkerchief along to see her nostalgic rock stars.
You'll probably swoon and hand it to Tom Johnston to wipe his forehead with
it." "Hmmm," I thought "not a bad idea."
-----Original Message-----
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Sent: Monday, January 24, 2000 10:12 PM
To: Dorman, Gina (CPS)
Subject: Re: Sometimes he is such a party-pooper!
hehehe...yeah, I'm some 70 year old guy sittin' in his skivvies
pretending
to ber married to Pat Simmons. Sounds like me when my kids are on
line.
Funny, but sometimes that does happen. I can assure you, just ask
Peter or
Holly or Chris, etc... we're old friends and we have met in person.
Cris
P.S. How else would I get the wonderful job of answering all the
Doobies
e-mail from their website?
