Freakazoid robots please report to dance floor


Clare took Peter and I out to dinner her last night in town to the famous Silvertron Cafe. We had much fun. On our way back home we stopped at Bruno's where Clare and Peter bought wine and three Halloween masks that they we all wore on the way home. I think it was Peter that decided the masks should be reincarnated rock stars. His was Eddie Deader. Mine was Neil Old and I don't think we ever got around to naming Clare's although looking at it now I think she could be Shock-a-Khan. I beging hanging out with these two together in the spring of 1991. We used to make prank phone calls together to rooms on campus since the calls couldn't be traced. It's nice to know that we still act like the young jackasses of long ago.

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mojoala said…
"Freakazoid robots please report to dance floor"

wow, that song by Midnight Starr and Herbie Hancock's Rock-it turned me own to black dance music!

Wow, wow, wow!
Brooks Brown said…
Mojo -- I am so glad you got that reference. I was afraid only the people in the pictures I took Sunday night would get that. SWEET!

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