Found a moment to write on this stupid hectic Monday after what was possibly the greatest night and morning of my life.
FIRST OF ALL, on Friday Krissie invited me to hang out at none other than the guitarist of ROLLINS BAND’s (!!!) West Village apartment. Wow. Houston and Bedford. As Blake proclaimed when she met us there, “Niiiiice diiiiigs.” (She propped her feet on the dining room [dining room??!] table as she said this; it is why I love her.)
They were very nice digs indeed, and it was such. A. Cool. Evening.
Because!!!
On Sunday, we were invited to the Rollins Band show at B.B. King’s Ballroom for free + backstages passes + (Hank present)!!!!
Ok, ok, I know you all don’t understand why I am such a Henry fan. But come ON! Henry’s Film Corner of IFC?? And literally everything else? I love H. Rollins and always have.
AND
I GOT HOME AND EMAILED HIM AND HE WROTE BACK THIS MORNING. LIKE IT AINT NO THANG.
And for the none of you who know that Hank is notorious for always writing back to fans, and promptly at that, let me have my moment.
“Charli, thanks for the kind letter. Perhaps next time. Thanks for coming to the show and I am really glad you liked it. Henry”
In the words of Barry, SCREW YOU / I love my life.
P.S. Krissie was out casing chicken coops before I met her on Friday. *shudder*
deux mille six 