I hope that's a good thing.
Indeed, it is! It left me all choked up sniffling.
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I hope that's a good thing.
Indeed, it is! It left me all choked up sniffling.
There are lots of great Buffista stories, but that may be the one I have the biggest part in. Although the time we rode through the car wash to meet Allyson and Nilly(and she found a place that was accessible and kosher) was pretty great too.
Thank you, erika! That brings back wonderful memories.
While working out yesterday, "And we danced" came on. I thought - I wonder what that couple is doing now. And this song suddenly came to me, pretty much word for word like this:
Liars in Love
Our first time together was just for one night.
No promises. No tomorrow. We were hard core all right.
When the morning came, we were cooing like doves.
What can I say? We were liars in love.
We decided to be just a bit more than friends,
Keep our own places, cause it would soon end.
We moved in together into a small flat above
A struggling laundry. We were liars in love.
We'd never get married we told one and all.
Like the song said, no paper from no city hall.
At our wedding, friends sang "Mazel tov".
Now everyone knew we were liars in love.
We swore to ignore St. Valentine's Day.
But the house fills with chocolate in some unknown way.
I guess even now, when push comes to shove,
After 25 years, we're still liars in love.
That is awesome, Typo. I don't know if that would work better as a ballad or a country song.
Deborah Grabien thinks something in the style "Walking After Midnight" but with a 3/3 beat.
Dumb question, but might be pivotal to the right(or wrong) reader. It's 1992 in my story and my characters have ordered a pizza...how much do they pay? Because the last thing I want is to go by my memory and have some reading along all "Sure, if they get it from Italy!" I was alive, of course, just not very practiced at paying for things yet.(Which is sort of the point of this story, actually.) It's not a huge part of the story, or anything, just that the pizza guy kind of touched of a family argument and wants to bail.
I think it was usually about $10?
I mostly have the memory that when we would split a pizza in the late 90s $1/slice was a reasonable expectation. So $12 ish?
I remember Mom would leave us $20 in high school during that time period, and we'd be able to get an extra large pizza with a few toppings and give the delivery person a few bucks tip and have change. So, maybe $12 for the pizza with a $3 tip.