Last night I went to go see my buddy Andy O go play up in Nashvegas. Before the show started, the band decided that they were hungry, so they ordered some Papa John’s. I’d already eaten, but when time came to go get pizza, Andy asked me if I wanted to tag along for the ride. So he, Paul Eckberg, and I hopped in the Osenga-man’s Volvo station wagon and drove over.
As we were driving back, Paul pulled out his cell phone to zip a call to Matthew Perryman Jones, who was back at the church. I began to drool upon seeing the phone … a Handspring Treo 600.
The geek lust has begun.
It will be mine … oh yes, it will be mine.