How to shut me up.

The best part about some of your best friends spontaneously reuniting their former band for an private (read: me & Tommy Rockstar) impromptu show in a tiny rehearsal studio is asking them to play your favorite song in their catalog, (I Broke Her Heart, She Broke My Records) fully knowing they forgot most of it, so they give you this instead.

Either that, or they heard my phone ring one too many times. Still, they made me a happy happy girl.