TOUCHED BY DAVE FOLEY
I went to the El Vez Boxing with God Tour on Friday, and Dave Foley introduced the band. About ten minutes later, I looked over and he was standing next to me. Dave Foley, Mr. David Foley, the-cute-one-from-Kid’s-In-The-Hall was standing right next to me.
Me: You are the funniest man alive. (ohmygod.davefoleystandsradientbeforemeinallhisapple-cheekedglory.) Extend my hand.
Dave Foley: Shakes my hand. Ha! Well, thank you.
Me: (iwillplowthornyfieldsinbarefeetfortwentyyearsifonlyyou’lltouchmyhandagain) You’re welcome. I’m Maggie.
Dave Foley: Nice, to meet you. I’m Dave.
Me: So I’ve heard. (takemehereandnow) Nice to meet you, too (youruggedcanadianbeast). Enjoy the show.
Dave Foley: Thanks.
(update: I’m not alone. Meena knows what it is to yearn for a cross-dressing Ralph Reed lookalike.)