“Throughout the stands the old folk waved red vials filled with glowing liquid. I’d seen the vials before the show, set out in bowls on little tables and not been quite sure what they were. Some kind of sugar drink sample, I assumed. But no, they were a type of glowstick. The old folk had known exactly what they were.” Jen Bingham becomes a Fanilow.
“Imagine someone taking a globule of amber colored wax, inserting it fully into your nostril, talking to you pleasantly as she slowly allows it to harden and set into the shape of your nostril, and then yanking it out.” That sounds just lovely, Jen Bingham.
“Yes, I read romances sometimes. Deal with it, haters. And I’m not going to tell you that the books by my girl Georgette Heyer have some meaningful depth to them that ‘excuses’ my reading of them. There’s no need to excuse reading any old thing I wanta read. The same goes for you.”
“There wasn’t a lot of small talk or patter during the show, Nelson simply segued seamlessly from one song to another, inspiring in me a strong desire to look up his age on Wikipedia as soon as I got home, and which is, HOLY SHIT, 79.” Jen Bingham is impressed by Willie Nelson‘s youthful vitality.
“At some point, even videos of animals are going to start being hard to follow. You need to watch some videos of people trying on shoes.” People trying on shoes might be more interesting than it sounds. Or maybe not. Jen Bingham explains.
“On the rare occasions that I do leave the house, I admit that I get excited to share. ‘I ate spaghetti with a man!’ I will say. Or, ‘Someone stopped by to try to get me to vote and I talked to her for three hours!'” Jen Bingham enjoys a little conversation.