I should know better than to tempt karma. On Tuesday I really wanted to stay home and watch Gilmore Girls as opposed to taking a school bus to Squeakapalooza. So I stayed home with Owen while Ernie and Leo went to Squeakapalooza. I watched Gilmore Girls….which was good….but I MISSED BON JOVI NIGHT ON AMERICAN IDOL. Karma will get you every time.
I could’ve sworn I remember Ernie opening for Bon Jovi…
…one time – true story – I drove a van from Chicago in which Jon Bon Jovi’s brother was a passenger.
The twins were on their way and I needed cash. Sasha Martens paid me $100 to drive to Chicago to pick up some crappy band he had booked at a frat house & Bongiovi was their road manager.
Total dick head, too.
Perhaps some day, when my children are grown and have children of their own, I will solemnly – an perhaps with moist eyes and a raspy whisper – reveal to them, even before they were born, I loved them so very much I was willing to spend two hours in a van with Jon Bon Jovi’s brother.
The twins were on their way and I needed cash. Sasha Martens paid me $100 to drive to Chicago to pick up some crappy band he had booked at a frat house & Bongiovi was their road manager.
Total dick head, too.
Perhaps some day, when my children are grown and have children of their own, I will solemnly – an perhaps with moist eyes and a raspy whisper – reveal to them, even before they were born, I loved them so very much I was willing to spend two hours in a van with Jon Bon Jovi’s brother.
I could’ve sworn I remember Ernie opening for Bon Jovi…
…one time – true story – I drove a van from Chicago in which Jon Bon Jovi’s brother was a passenger.
O.K. Don…. tell me what you were doing in a van with Jon Bon Jovi’s brother please…
O.K. Don…. tell me what you were doing in a van with Jon Bon Jovi’s brother please…
The twins were on their way and I needed cash. Sasha Martens paid me $100 to drive to Chicago to pick up some crappy band he had booked at a frat house & Bongiovi was their road manager.
Total dick head, too.
Perhaps some day, when my children are grown and have children of their own, I will solemnly – an perhaps with moist eyes and a raspy whisper – reveal to them, even before they were born, I loved them so very much I was willing to spend two hours in a van with Jon Bon Jovi’s brother.
The twins were on their way and I needed cash. Sasha Martens paid me $100 to drive to Chicago to pick up some crappy band he had booked at a frat house & Bongiovi was their road manager.
Total dick head, too.
Perhaps some day, when my children are grown and have children of their own, I will solemnly – an perhaps with moist eyes and a raspy whisper – reveal to them, even before they were born, I loved them so very much I was willing to spend two hours in a van with Jon Bon Jovi’s brother.