elizabeth: Every once in a while I go on the Internet and look at pictures of rock stars that I dreamt about sleeping with. Or at least getting my picture taken with them so I could make up some smoldering stories about some tawdry nights I spent with them. Good Catholic girl  lying through her teeth shit.  I was a kid with an imagination that could rival Steven Spielberg, George Lucas and James Cameron.     Somehow I don’t think we shared the same fantasies. I couldn’t have taken the competition.

Laurie: Lord, get the wheelchairs and walkers out.  We’re headed down Memory Lane.

elizabeth: The first one that always comes to mind is Neil Young of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.  I went as far as dating guys that looked like him just so I could kinda get the feeling what it would feel like. Well, it felt like when I wasn’t looking they were hitting on anyone with a pulse. So I stayed with my fantasies. I wanted Neil Young to show up at my parents’ door and take me on tour. I wanted to be his muse. I wanted him to come to me after writing the anti-war song “Ohio” so we could have taken to the road in the name of bringing about world peace.  But I feel a little better by seeing what time has done to him. He now sports eyebrows that are attempting to cover his whole head.

Laurie: I don’t know how many times I’ll have to remind you to make room for Elvis but I’m willing to do it in the name of unrequited love.  Amidst my oh-so-cool purple room, pictures of Elvis plastered the walls lying in wait for the day when he would come a’knocking on my door and take me away from my small town.  My guy was a little heavier when he left the earth but he could still get pulses racing and fantasies flowing.

elizabeth: Rod Stewart was so hot and I felt dizzy watching him sing and strut his bad self across the stage.  He asked if we thought he was sexy. What do you think? What do I think now? I think he looks like a woman down the block from us who    weeds in her underwear and cuts her lawn with a pair of scissors.

Laurie: Unlike you, I was a true blue girl with eyes and heart for nobody but The King.  No room for Rod Stewart, the British Invasion, or stars who copied off of my guy.  I was waiting for Elvis, at least until some 10-year-old guy named Phil came along.

elizabeth: I would like to propose a law that no rock star should ever end up looking like my paternal grandmother who used to push out her top teeth and make cat sounds. If your face is starting to look like a Google earth shot of the streets of Manhattan, don’t put it out on the Internet. I’d like to hold unto my young girl fantasies.

Laurie: Damn reality!  It’s always getting in the way of fantasies.  But that’s what drugs and plastic surgeries are for.

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