Close your eyes, and you can see it: Frankie Avalon singing to me in my pink bouffant and yoga clothes… My friends singing backup wrapped in yoga mats and tossing Pilates resistance balls at one another in a montage across the soundstage. ….
I might not have Frenchie’s squeaky voice, but the sentiment is the same. So, I got a pink extension (don’t worry, it’s temporary) in her honor.
No, silly, I’m not going back to high school (or a steno pool for that matter). But I am probably going to keep my day job…whatever that ends up being….