You'll always be Julian Kaye to me, Richard.
Richard Gere is 60?? God, I'm old. (Yes. Richard Gere's birthday is about how old I am.) I saw "American Gigolo" in 1980 at the Granada Theatre on State Street in Santa Barbara with my gorgeous partner-in-crime, Joanne. (She knows what we were up to; it was before the word "stalker" became part of society's vernacular. **COUGHkennylogginsCOUGH**)
Those were the DAYS, my friends. Driving around SB, eating, looking for Kenny Loggins, shopping, eating...and oh yeah, eating. Good Lawd, we ate a lot.
Forgive me, Lucky's in Montecito. We stole a bottle of ketchup because we never, ever had enough ketchup for our fries when we went through a drive-thu.
Those were the DAYS, my friends. Driving around SB, eating, looking for Kenny Loggins, shopping, eating...and oh yeah, eating. Good Lawd, we ate a lot.
Forgive me, Lucky's in Montecito. We stole a bottle of ketchup because we never, ever had enough ketchup for our fries when we went through a drive-thu.
What was I talking about? Ah yes...happy birthday, Richard Gere. You bring back strange and wonderful memories.
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