Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice shirt! [I'm gonna TRY!!!!!!!! to keep this brief. Lemme just write down a few words, in order to keep things sorta organized- so to speak. - oblivious - unsubscribed - dumbfounded - amused - dumb-luck Okay- 3 months ago I attended a funeral in Seattle, WA. While there (not at the funeral service, Seattle in general), I caught a punk show at some -barn- -condemned bldg-, "alleged" poolhall/dive-bar (no liquor, no beer, no comfy furniture, . . no electricity??? seriously- they used generators and. . . .I won't even discuss restroom type shit. . .) and of course I proudly sported my "Alabama" shirt while trying to regulate a Pit or 2. In between bands I met a way rad super sweet insanely beautiful U -Dub grad student. I was bleeding in various places and she had THE most well-stocked glovebox-first-aid-kits I've ever seen. And! She had some beer and liquor in the back seat of her car. (actually, it was one of her friends' booze. she carpooled with 2 others. fucking-A Seattle is GREEEEEEEN!) We became inseparable from the moment we met, until my flight left 2 days later. Since the funeral in Seattle, I've seen this woman only 4 more times. Both of us have heinously busy schedules and well. . . . .the geography doesn't help us any. So tonight, I get home and UDub-nug (girl from Seattle) has delighted me with a surprise visit. I haven't seen her, for . . . . .(i forgot? ). . . .anyway! It's been a long time. Short of the long of it: she brought her own 'Bama shirt and without going into gory detail- I was majorly lost in an amorous gaze/funk/void. I mean, I can't tell you exactly how long I was staring/watching her move about my house (living room/atrium/kitchen-area) because I thought I was trying to tidy up my place and was gathering some paint cans and painting shit I had lying around. (another story altogether, I'll spare you). I was so caught red-handed just checking her out (fwiw: we had already handled our "priorities", if you will. yup! full-on epic salt-deposit sideburns for me, and better Lady Gaga hair than Lady Gaga has for herself, for her. it was like that!) When I got busted, and she called me on it. . . . she was so incredibly sweet about it. . . . .I couldn't really utter words. Or even, a word! I just wanted to hold her right then and there, standing up (me: way buck-naked / her: nothing on, but her BAMA shirt- that no way covered her retarded-ass, but barely went halfway down the side of her hips) and just hug and kiss her. I mean, she's hot- yeah! But practically naked, in a BAMA shirt? Every single solitary molecule of her physical form seemed to me to be absolutely perfect. (and I really feel like over-emphasizing this point) Still, it wouldn't fully describe what I'm talkin' about here. Flash forward: 45 minutes after teasing me about staring at her- she wants to go grab a beer and burger at one of the many local bars & pubs in my neighborhood. So, we leave my place and next thing you know- I'm chowing down baby-back ribs, corn on the cob, and potato salad and look up to watch tv. (i don't own one, a tv that is) So anyway. . . . . although my barbecue is fucking delicious, and UDub-nug is hypnotic- The Late Show with David Letterman is on, and I'm transfixed. I haven't seen Letterman in, like. . . . . (I forgot this one too, but- IT'S ALSO BEEN A WAY LONG TIME!) So in tonight's show, there was this part where Dave checks in with this dude named Rupert Jee- who works at the Hello Deli and it's situated in close proximity to where they tape the Letterman Show. This is a very well-spoken, kinda reserved Asian-guy, working in a deli in New York City, and he's. . . . . . . WEARING A FREAKING "Alabama" t-shirt!!!!!!! (and it was beautiful. oh. . . .i'm not homo, and I'm not talking about Rupert Jee per se. . . .it was his t-shirt! His t-shirt looked mighty fine on national tv.) And Rupert IS WAY DOWN WITH 'BAMA, yo! So, I get home and tried to find a re-broadcast of tonight's Letterman show. I can't find one. Well, I'll be a monkey's-uncle. . . by marriage! This dude Rupert has been supporting Bama and proudly stating his allegiance and loyalty to her since. . . . (well, . . . I found footage of him wearing 'Bama gear way back in) June 2007. I couldn't find tonight's Letterman show. I was floored. Bedazzled. Was way, way trippin'. Man, I love Crimson Tide- . . . . EVERYTHING! Hot chicks and sandwich makers. I wanna say thanks to the Punk Rock Gods and uber-hip old-time tv hosts! I really shouldn't even be posting this fanshot right at this very moment. . . .?????. . . ???? (this shoulda been a fanpost, hah? Oye!)