Mak Attack
Dear Blog,
Let's call this Double dip day. Because there's nothing better than going in for that extra little bit of guacamole with a half bitten chip or leftover pasta sauce with a half eaten bread slice or ketchup with that extra long fry you wanted to savor bit by bit. Go for it. Everyone's got cooties anyway.
So today I found out today that Kip, father of the child that I nanny, is in a BB MAK music video!! Additionally (and this I already knew) he played creepy bag-head man in the movie The Strangers! Well since I have no interest in horror films...sorry Kip, let me address the boy band topic... Not only did I absolutely SWOON for BB Mak as a young girl, but I was lucky enough to meet them! I'll never forget the moment they walked into the room at the House of Blues in Chicago. They were tall, the tallest men in the room. Golden tan and glowing, their perfectly spiked and frosted tips crowning their angelic boyish faces beaming down at the crowd of pimply, metal-mouthed young girls either squealing or, if you're me, frozen in a stupor of cool. It was not the first time I was struck dumb in front of a guy much more attractive than myself, nor sadly, would it be the last. Durrrrr.... Here's a visual and audial snack. Yum.
<3 Em
Let's call this Double dip day. Because there's nothing better than going in for that extra little bit of guacamole with a half bitten chip or leftover pasta sauce with a half eaten bread slice or ketchup with that extra long fry you wanted to savor bit by bit. Go for it. Everyone's got cooties anyway.
So today I found out today that Kip, father of the child that I nanny, is in a BB MAK music video!! Additionally (and this I already knew) he played creepy bag-head man in the movie The Strangers! Well since I have no interest in horror films...sorry Kip, let me address the boy band topic... Not only did I absolutely SWOON for BB Mak as a young girl, but I was lucky enough to meet them! I'll never forget the moment they walked into the room at the House of Blues in Chicago. They were tall, the tallest men in the room. Golden tan and glowing, their perfectly spiked and frosted tips crowning their angelic boyish faces beaming down at the crowd of pimply, metal-mouthed young girls either squealing or, if you're me, frozen in a stupor of cool. It was not the first time I was struck dumb in front of a guy much more attractive than myself, nor sadly, would it be the last. Durrrrr.... Here's a visual and audial snack. Yum.
<3 Em
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