Anyone who knows me at all knows that I'm a huge Elvis Costello fan.

Which made it pretty damn exciting when I got to say hello to him and shake his hand a few minutes ago. (There are benefits to working in Big Media -- he was in our greenroom next door. Alas, the publicist said a picture probably wouldn't be a good idea...and I figured begging for tickets to tomorrow's Live By Request wouldn't be, either.) He was gracious but didn't say much -- after all, I'm sure he's completely bored with fans like me. But he did agree that Jon Pareles' review of his show Monday was a good one, and thanked me when I wished him well for his show tonight.

And now Elvis has left the building.

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[antigiest]

NOOOOOOOOOO WAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Do not wash that hand. Put it in a nice, sanitary rubber glove and meet me someplace discreet. And dont' get any funny ideas Mr. Man, it's all about my fantasy husband.

[Vidiot]

Sounds good.

So I'll just close my eyes and think of England, then?