EPILOGUE
02.
* Spent some absurd wee hours of morning in the Beth Israel ER with my b.f. at the time and the singer of one of WSOU's most fave bands (of my era there), Biohazard. But that's a story for another time.
03.
* While answering phones at my day job, fielded a call from Dave Bryan. Checked around the office, and lo, it was the curly-haired keyboardist of Bon Jovi! Had a minor arbitrary retroactive freakout.
04.
* The next time he called, I was a bit more prepared. Just slightly.
Me: May I ask who's calling?
Caller: Dave Bryan.
Me: One moment...He's not picking up...Is this the Dave Bryan I think it is?
Dave Bryan: Yeah, I'm in Bon Jovi.
Me: [suddenly mentally 13] Oh. Um. Hi. I'm from Jersey. [I said it as attempted verbal shorthand that I was one of Them, a former Superfan. Between that and my flustered-ness, he probably got the picture. I said it was nice talking to him and got off the phone fast. What a dork.]
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