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Dirty Martinis and the psychedelically-lit hot tub, surrounded by candles, on a balmy summer night. Hadn't seen Pete and Marty in a long while and Doug? Oh, my..what? In twenty years? He is an absolute delight - a good soul, funny as HELL, OMG - has turned into this tres'-free barefoot Owen Wilson type with tinkling ankle bracelets. There was an instant click that was damned near audible.

The B-52s new lp, Funplex, was the perfect soundtrack..into some amazing all-night Sirius Darkwave station. So, so good.

My boys spoil me rotten. ♥