Thursday, March 24, 2005

There was a mandatory barbecue out on the main lawn last night. As mandatory rehab center barbecues go it wasn't too bad.

Sheryl Anne was there. She looked fantastic. I asked her if she'd like me to get her another plate of ribs. She declined with a smile. God, she's great.

After dinner we hung around the common room and sang songs. Pat O'Brien had his mandolin. He actually wasn't that bad. He sang "Eve of Destruction" and "To Sir, With Love." I just wish he hadn't taken his shirt off. Nobody wanted to see that.

"85 push-ups a day, my peeps," Pat O'Brien boasted.

As he began to play the opening chords of "Year of the Cat" the doors swung open and in walked a sweaty, skinny African-American woman trailed by a wagon full of fancy suitcases.

"Hey, babies: Whitney's in da house!" she proclaimed.

Many of the residents appeared happy to see her. I guess they all go way back together. Pat O'Brien seemed to know her, too. He greeted her with a big hug and a low five.

"Crack is wack!" Pat O'Brien shouted.

"Crack is wack!" Whitney replied with glee.

"Crack is wack!" they both yelled in unison.

And then they laughed and laughed and laughed.

3 Comments:

Blogger Charlotte Critic said...

Isn't Courtney Love due for another rehab assignment?

7:41 AM  
Blogger Neal said...

Please, please tell me Noelle Bush is arriving to the clinic tomorrow to make naughty tapes with Pat.

9:42 AM  
Blogger Ontario Emperor said...

mik3y expressed the Bobby Brown idea before I did, which means that it can't happen because it would be so expected.

Scary thought; Michael Jackson had an addiction problem at one point.

12:32 PM  

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