Lemme tell you, it's probably the only time my husband is going to (happily) let me be in bed with another man. (For the record - I got a picture of Cory in bed with Paul as well - only they're not quite so cozy...)
Anyway, those are the resulting pictures. And yeah, I know I look goofy...but I'm happy, damn it.
After the interview we hightailed to Virgin (for a review of that knock-down, drag-'em-out performance, go here) - we were both really happy with how well the interview went - hell, I was giddy for days - what girl wouldn't be?
That moment easily captured the number one spot in my "top celebrity encounters" list (beating out the time Courtney Love threatened to kick my ass....) ...until now.
A few weeks ago Cory got a CD from a friend featuring a copy of Paul's in-store in Philadelphia. At some point during the set Paul decided to set his tour itinerary to song and perform it for the crowd....
...so, umm...yeah...so what if he mangles my name? Dude - I'm in a Paul Westerberg song! (The use of the word "song" being relative of course) (it's a little over a minute so it shouldn't take to long to download...)
Oh, and for the record...I never said he couldn't touch me...

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