We saw Fleetwood Mac in Philly for the umpteenth time a couple weeks ago. (Okay, fourth. Plus a solo Stevie show. Plus a solo Lindsey show. Whoops.) I am confident that had I gone to Jo-Ann Fabric in the hours ahead of time, I would've found the aisles ravaged and the shelves ripped bare of black chiffon. Also, tassels. Trust me when I say, it's worth it to go to a show for the audience outfits alone. (PS: You'll have your chance when they return to Philly on October 29.)
Handsome Man George
George must've gotten the tune of "Tell Me Lies" stuck in his head after the show, because I heard him humming it this morning ... and inserting his own lyrics a la: "Call me George / Call me Handsome Man George." Help.
One time George made chicken fajitas for dinner and instead of parsley, subbed in .... mint. The end.