This one time? In San Francisco?
This one time? In San Francisco? I was singing karaoke at The Mint? With my friends? And this woman got up on stage and I was totally like, "You guys! That's Jewell!" And my friends were all, nu-unh. No way. That's not Jewell. And I was like, "You GUYS! It's TOTALLY Jewell. Look at her TEETH."
And they were like, Oh my gawd! It IS Jewell. And I was like, I told you!
And it totally WAS Jewell. And she sang her OWN song. Which struck us as really lame.
Anyway, I miss San Francisco in the 1990s. It was a magical time when I was almost always cold because goddammit, 60 degrees and foggy is never warm; I played a lot of basketball and spent time doing things like sitting in Dolores Park sewing sequins on my transgender lover's costume for his 'N Sync tribute band. And Jewell totally turned up at karaoke at The Mint.
And they were like, Oh my gawd! It IS Jewell. And I was like, I told you!
And it totally WAS Jewell. And she sang her OWN song. Which struck us as really lame.
Anyway, I miss San Francisco in the 1990s. It was a magical time when I was almost always cold because goddammit, 60 degrees and foggy is never warm; I played a lot of basketball and spent time doing things like sitting in Dolores Park sewing sequins on my transgender lover's costume for his 'N Sync tribute band. And Jewell totally turned up at karaoke at The Mint.
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