May 19, 2004

• I just learned that this 'blog and this 'blog were written by someone I knew a long time ago, but didn't do a very good job of keeping in touch with. Despite the fact that her life story is written on the same server as this very 'blog. Like two data streams passing in the night, one might say.

  I'd be overjoyed at the prospect of finding Mary's 'blogs, if it weren't for the fact that, well, it's kinda too late.

  I mostly remember three things about Mary: Going to IHOP with Jim and David and Mary after we went to the Ale House for the very first time, and the obvious thing that was happening between two members of the expedition... Springtime on the Ale House patio with that group of people, laughing about stupid shit, getting more than mildly tipsy, with Mary regretting that she was spending her off-time at work, and...

  That time we were in the car, three of us guys and Mary, listening to Crowded House, and Neil Finn sang that high note... "When tomorrow comes/We may not be here at all/Without your whispers and MOOOOOAAAAAANNNNNNSS...." Mary said, "I'd date a guy who could sing that note," and like stupid boys we all sang it at the same time, just to see if we could do it. I like to think I hit the note the best, but obviously that wasn't all she had in mind.

  And because it's not all that inappropriate, and in many ways completely appropriate, here it is. Click to listen. 'Whispers and Moans,' Crowded House

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