I got over my initial shock and just continued to chat with them as a group of about 2 or 3 other couples stood off to the side patiently waiting for them. We got talking about his older music, and I casually mentioned that I'd heard she had some original MUTE CD's hidden away in the basement. I'd randomly picked up that info from someone posting on the old, old Sh-K-Boom board. She looked at me and asked if I had paper and pen. I said yes, and gave it to her. She told me she was going to give me her e-mail address, to e-mail her my mailing address and she would dig one out and send it to me. I was speechless. Not wanting to seem like a greedy gus, I waited a couple days and then e-mailed her. She responded back in less than a half hour saying it would be in the mail the next day or so. My cynical side sorta popped up at that point. When a package came about three days later, I was perplexed cause I really wasn't thinking about the CD at all and I hadn't ordered anything, and didn't recognize the return address. As I was ripping the envelope open, it hit me what it was. Sure enough, there was the CD. I already had a burned copy someone had sent me, but I was ecstatic to have the real thing in my hands. So, yes, Em, she sent the whole CD, insert and all.
I e-mailed her back thanks and sent her some pics I had taken at Joe's Pub and she e-mailed back that I "made her day". Sporadic e-mails after that.
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2. "unleash the girly"Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
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