you're too old - let go - it's over

Did I tell you, probably not, the girl who used to sit next to me at work, Shannon, a friend of hers from high school (so, right, here is the point that we're at: an old friend of a girl who used to sit next to me) is dating Moby, of blues-inspired electronica fame. Anyway, Shannon used to have all these reports about what the friend was up to, what fabulous parties she was going to with Moby and so on.

Moby turns out to be gay, at the end of this story, I think. Like, he was inviting this girl (who's gorgeous- a related story about her party-going with Moby: she met the Rolling Stones at some party in London and the, uh, bassist maybe (Andy something? I heard this story a while ago and don't know much about the rolling stones) and Mick encounter her on the stairs, and the bassist guy, Andy or whoever, says to Mick, "She's a lovely girl," and then says to the girl in question, "Can I pinch your bum?" Get it? He's a rock star, but he's English. It's hysterical. Oh, but the point was that she's really cute, this girl) to parties and stuff, but Shannon kept reporting that, "they haven't done it yet." This went on and on, with the two of them getting increasingly close to "doing it," but each time, like, Moby's phone would ring and he'd say, "Oh, hold on, I have to take this." Eventually, it became clear to all involved (well, to me) that it was never going to happen. I think they've broken up.

Anyway, one day Moby invited her to a party with U2, but she didn't feel like going, because she'd just found out that her family dog had died and she was in a terrible mood, right. Crazy, eh? I was saying at the time, "What? I'd kill my family dog to go to a party with U2."

Seriously.