Will there be pie?

Weeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...

hello?

anybody here?

it's echoey isn't it..it..it...

yes...yes...yesss....

Left coasters need some COASTERS to coast with here...ere...ere....


10:34 Full martini glass. Empty bra. Sigh. Where are all my west coast palsy-walsy brahoppers?

One good thing about an empty bar, though...time enough to try my karaoke skills in private.

Big black horse inna cherry tree ooowhoo!

I guess I'll just sit here by myself with this jar of almond-stuffed olives... why, hello!

Got a freight train runnin' thru the middla ma bed...
oooo ooo ooo Ah'm on fire

Oh my! Excuse me, I thought...!
ahem...hi trish, so nice nice to see you again!
:o almonds, huh?

It's all right. I get mistaken for Bruce Springsteen a lot.

The young Bruce, I'm sure.:)

Sure, sure, in the Julianne days, not the Patti Bruce. Olive?

I'm savin' all ma love for yoooooooo....I mean for bruuuuuce....ta da!


Thank you. Olive olives. get it? "I love" - "olive" - ?
Actually, I'm thinking pre-teen Bruce. Here, I've got a picture somewhere.

OMG do you see what I see? The Boss just walked in. He's doing karaoke. It's a post-Christmas Miracle. Nobody's going to believe us.


Hey Bruuuuuuce! Julianne was a WHORE!

Patti is a SAINT, I tell you! A SAINT!

Pardon me. Better out than in, I always say.