It’s like I don’t even know you. August 23, 2007
You know, you think you know someone. You date them for a few years, you marry them and move to a whole new place with them. You buy houses together, you get a dog, you thumb wrestle to decide if you’re going to watch So You Think You Can Dance or Inside Training Camp:Dallas Cowboys. You feel like you know them pretty well.
And then you find out that they met BOOTSY COLLINS. Bootsy Collins! With the hat and the boots and the glasses and the voice! And he was in the outfit, and they shook hands and talked and hung out! And all this happened just a few years ago, while you were MARRIED, and they never told you.
It’s like being married to a stranger. A stranger who knows Bootsy Collins.
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I don’t know who Bootsy Collins is, but based on his photo, I would want to know if my husband was hanging out with him, too. Also, I would like to borrow his hat.
P-FUNK!