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Thu Nov 14, 2002 8:13 am
In college, with all seriousness, I suggested to some of my str8-er friends that they ought to become some way involved in the dance department. All those slim, toned, very physical women, dying for a str8 man? (It was about 15:1 F:M, and no guarantee that 1 would be interested.) A kid, a candy store . . . one guy started building sets as a volunteer, subsequently begged me to shut up about the "opportunities."
Yeah, the Q is a little puzzled about his reluctance to hang out in Atlanta for such a good cause, but he gave me the car as a present, probably saved its "life" doing so, so how much complaining can I do? I'm sure by this time he thinks he created a monster, 'cause I'm completely obsessed with this great car, spend way too much time doing things to it, reading about it, sitting on this board.
We used to buy Cadillacs. He'd do the cosmetics and power accessories, I'd do the mechanicals. Made lots of spending money, had a lot of fun. Then we opened a bar and had no time for anything. Our rent was $7000 a month there. Crazy. 9/11 did it in. Business dropped off 50% for 4 months. Couldn't keep the doors open.
Thanks, guys. You're the best.