i think i’m in love
we met yesterday. it was a shockingly sunny day, and we spent three hours together, riding in the backseat of a honda civic from rhode island to new york. i listened intently to every word. i stared out the window and saw stars. today, i woke up in the first blush of romance. i couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday, and those three magical hours together. all day today, my heart races at the thought, my mind tumbles over the words …
i’m in love with nada surf. specifically, their new album, let go. i’ve never felt this way about a band before – not this quickly. it’s all happening so fast. i mean, we just met yesterday and in a week, i’ll be at the concert. and in the meanwhile, i’m running to virgin megastore as fast as my little legs can carry me to buy their CD.
i’m being swept off my feet by melodious, heart-wrenching vocals and an effortless, original sound. and i love it.
it helps that the lead singer is such a doll.
it’ll be like a AA meeting… only with booze.
googling during my morning coffee [doesn't that sound naughty?], i noticed something strange when i googled le petit hiboux. Aside from the usual suspects who’ve linked to me, made fun of me, or sang my praises .. there seemed to be quite a few of you who didn’t.
i’m shading my eyes and peering into cyber space, trying to see your pretty faces. but help me help you. if you take time out of your day to read my piddling words, i’d like to return the favor. leave a comment if you jaunt over here frequently … tell me your webpage and, just for laughs, tell me something crazy. it’ll go something like this:
hi, i’m krissa c., i’m over at petit hiboux and i like to dip pickles in ketchup.
see?
now your turn. let’s start talking.
like father like son, thank god.
frankly, there were a lot of different things i could have written about today. for instance, “the complicated twists of sex and friendship”. or, “recent inventions that i’ve come up with that have probably already been test-piloted at brookstone’s”. or even, “why PR people are like elmo … sweet and still vicious.”
but no. today i became aware of a certain piece of information that will change my life.
i didn’t know it was possible for anyone to be better looking than alain delon in his heyday.
turns out, he has a son.
heavens be praised, there is a god.
Q: how much of a class act am i?
A: i sent a delicate little thank-you note on creme paper to seastreet’s dad for treating me to a lovely dinner at lupa last night. and i wrote the note in fountain pen.
how very chic.
