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The most interesting part of this story can't actually be told, but even I'm not tacky enough to write up the past weekend's discussions with Close Personal Friends and whack them on the web. Yet.
So you'll have to take my word for it that this was only one sentence of a fascinating, perhaps even scintillating, night of conversation.
During a trip to the local 7ev, a friend had been gracious enough to purchase for me the latest copy of Blue, when I mentioned that people kept saying I should buy it because Jenny Shimizu was in it, an act for which I will be internally grateful. Now for the shameful part: instead of responding to this act of kindness with gratitude, or even grace, I did something particularly churlish.
Munching on biscuits on the way back, I kept interrupting his intimate tales of personal woe and discovery by jumping up and down while clutching the magazine to my breast with "I'm sorry, what were you saying again?" then chanting, "I've got Jenny Shimizu, I've got Jenny Shimizu... I've got Jenny Shimizu, I've got Jenny Shimizu... " while grinning like an idiot with a mouthful of biscuits.
Hey, at least I didn't add, "And you haven't!!" to my chant. Mainly, it must be said, because I was very aware of the recent nature of the gift, and even more aware of the fact that in a fight to the death over the magazine, I might lose.