Cruisin’ with the Ladies
As you read this, I’m on my way to Ft. Lauderdale to head out on the first (hopefully annual) Barenaked Ladies Ships & Dip Cruise. (I don’t know who came up with that title, but it is wonderfully random.)
Yes, the band I can’t quit talking about somehow forgot to put out a restraining order against me and I’ll be in an enclosed space with them for five days. Heaven help us all.
Actually, as fanatic as I am, I can’t bring myself to disturb them when they’re not “working.” I have always claimed that if I ever saw them in a public place I would not run up to them like some crazed fan. They are not “working.” It’s not the same as a concert.