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And we're back from station break.
Well, as I said, I shoved a plastic Gap shopping bag with a drawstring closure into Randy's hands. I had my note in it together with the Little Debbie's stuff. For those unacquainted with Little Debbie cakes, they are definitely not the kind of thing that you would find in a fine pastry shop or Bloomingdale's candy counter. They cost about $1.25 for a box of brownies, maybe $1.50 for a box of zebra cakes (white cakes filled with gooey cream iced with white and brown stripes. Sugar overload). The funny thing about this stuff is that although it is cheap, low end junk food, people absolutely love it, often over the expensive sort. Lots of kids grow up on it, it evokes fond memories.
Of course, for me, the good part of it was that it can be found in Walmart in abundance at 10:30 at night, and that it packs very well, boxes are small and stack well and hardly hurt at all when they come flying off the pile in the car and hit you, when taking a turn too sharply at too high a speed.
I don't know if Randy grew up on these things, but I figured, hey, he's young, he's certainly skinny enough to gobble them down with gay abandon should he wish to do so, and frankly, if he was staying in the vicinity of the theater, I don’t think you would be able to be too picky if you got an attack of the munchies at midnight.
Usually I give people chocolate covered strawberries, pretzels or cookies that I make myself, but I might have had trouble transporting them, and also, people are wary about taking things like that from strangers. Little Debbie delicacies are individually wrapped.
The thing was, I really wanted to give him the note, but an envelope can be hard to hold on to. I forgot that he would probably be in a car, not walking from the theater the way you would in Manhattan. A drawstring shopping bag is easy to transport anywhere. Plus, amazingly it was all I could find in my car that looked somewhat acceptable, I had to move out all the really good stuff to fit some luggage in.
I wanted to send the note, because I had been thinking that if I had a chance to give a message to some of “our gang” there are a few things I would like to say. And I figured that this was the best chance I would ever have.
One thing that I had been wanting to say was that with all the hoopla about Brokeback Mountain, I wanted to keep saying “hey, this isn’t the first—this has been done, albeit a little differently.”
I also wrote (and said in person because I did get the chance to) that I had brought Jeff and Chris to grovel at his feet, because he paved the way for them to be together. I was willing to excuse the groveling part, because the spot where we were standing was covered in sharp gravel, and I think that groveling would be a lot more painful for the two of them than even the most demanding star would expect. And Randy Harrison hardly seems like a demanding star.
It’s so funny, you see someone on tv and on stage and they seem so brash and outgoing and boisterous. And in person, Randy seemed sort of shy, very soft spoken, very gracious. He was saying to everyone who spoke to him that he hoped we enjoyed it, and he was really gratified when Chris said that he had seen him in Wicked and how good he was. Randy was only in Wicked for a few months, so I don’t think he runs across all that many people who caught him in Wicked. Of course, Chris has seen Wicked seven times and counting, so I doubt that he’s missed too many major cast members, however short their stint. So, when he says that someone was good, I take his word for it; he’s seen more theater than most people three times his age. And he’s very, very good at filming plays unobtrusively. He filmed the show with Randy in it; I just got my DVD copy of it. I can’t wait until he puts Amadeus onto DVD for me. He apologized that it won’t be perfect because people kept putting their heads in the way. Hey I won’t complain, I’m sure he got a good deal of it.
I was amazed at how quietly he managed to do the filming; I was trying to use my camera lens as binoculars, and I had to stop doing that because the lens kept making noise going back and forth. And here he filmed the entire show unobserved! Good skill, I’ll bet a lot of parents could use his talents; when your kid is in a show and you aren’t allowed to tape it and instead they hire a professional who charges $35 for a copy.
I’ll see if I can post some of it.
Back to our meeting. I was trying to say that I had really really wanted to see him, so much so that I drove four hours when I didn’t even like to make left turns. I think I said that too quickly, and he probably got the idea that I was a superstitious obsessive compulsive nut job who wouldn’t make left turns because they were bad luck or something. I was a little more explicit in my note, so hopefully he will see that. You don’t want to think you’re being stalked by a crazy person, or at least, not crazier than your average stalker.
I just couldn’t get over how young and shy he sounded, he kept saying to anyone he spoke to that he hoped they liked the show, and how nice it was to come to see him. From the heights of my middle aged heterosexual woman wisdom, I would say he seemed like a very sweet kid. And kid is the word—I know he’s almost 29, but he still looks as though he would be stopped in the halls of a high school and asked why he wasn’t in class.
My Broadway stalkers were surprised to see how easy stalking was in the Berkshires. The stage door had no guards or ropes in front of it, and when Randy finally left his well wishers, he just walked off to the same parking lot where we had our cars. Oddly enough, he went over to my car as if to get in. Perhaps he knew about the other cakes and chip in there, and wanted to make sure he had the best selection. It kind of surprised me, because when I looked at the cars in the line where he eventually moved over to, I didn’t see anything that resembled my car.
Yeah, it was probably the irresistible junk food fumes.
Anyway, I was just giddy with delight when we left. I couldn’t believe I’d actually gotten to do what I set out to. I thought for sure that would be the day he came down with laryngitis, or decided to sleep on the stage and not come out through the stage door. Not that I expected to forge lifelong bonds in the two minutes of conversation, but I just wanted to see him up close and personal. And I wanted to thank him for what the effect he’s had on us.
And I got to do all that. So, I was happy.
And I managed to do it without blurting out “wow, it’s weird seeing you with so many clothes on.”
I was so disappointed to see that my two pictures didn't come out right (wouldn't you know) but someone else had posted a lovely picture of him from the festival that would have looked similar anyway, so I'll copy that for my own memoirs.
You know, he really does have a Sunshine smile!
One more note, the really Justinesque touch—the backpack. I always think of Justin with a backpack, and apparently it’s something shared by his real life alter ego.
The straw hat (either cowboy or Panama type, I didn’t get a good look) was a different touch. One of my traveling companions, Michael, determined to get himself one.
Ah yes, Michael. Well, I guess Michael hadn’t really watched the show much if at all, or else seeing Randy in person was different In fact…I went home with three drooling boys. Michael was captivated when I mentioned about usually seeing him in less clothing than as Mozart.
I remember one of the cast members saying that whenever someone would mention being a fan, he would cringe and think “well, I guess they’ve seen me naked.” When I pointed that out to the tweedle trio, I think they were silently making plans to raid my DVD stash. Perhaps now I can have a little film festival, not just me and the other faghag.
Concluding the Randy portion, I’ll post this, and finish with my adventures later (and adventures they were).
Well, as I said, I shoved a plastic Gap shopping bag with a drawstring closure into Randy's hands. I had my note in it together with the Little Debbie's stuff. For those unacquainted with Little Debbie cakes, they are definitely not the kind of thing that you would find in a fine pastry shop or Bloomingdale's candy counter. They cost about $1.25 for a box of brownies, maybe $1.50 for a box of zebra cakes (white cakes filled with gooey cream iced with white and brown stripes. Sugar overload). The funny thing about this stuff is that although it is cheap, low end junk food, people absolutely love it, often over the expensive sort. Lots of kids grow up on it, it evokes fond memories.
Of course, for me, the good part of it was that it can be found in Walmart in abundance at 10:30 at night, and that it packs very well, boxes are small and stack well and hardly hurt at all when they come flying off the pile in the car and hit you, when taking a turn too sharply at too high a speed.
I don't know if Randy grew up on these things, but I figured, hey, he's young, he's certainly skinny enough to gobble them down with gay abandon should he wish to do so, and frankly, if he was staying in the vicinity of the theater, I don’t think you would be able to be too picky if you got an attack of the munchies at midnight.
Usually I give people chocolate covered strawberries, pretzels or cookies that I make myself, but I might have had trouble transporting them, and also, people are wary about taking things like that from strangers. Little Debbie delicacies are individually wrapped.
The thing was, I really wanted to give him the note, but an envelope can be hard to hold on to. I forgot that he would probably be in a car, not walking from the theater the way you would in Manhattan. A drawstring shopping bag is easy to transport anywhere. Plus, amazingly it was all I could find in my car that looked somewhat acceptable, I had to move out all the really good stuff to fit some luggage in.
I wanted to send the note, because I had been thinking that if I had a chance to give a message to some of “our gang” there are a few things I would like to say. And I figured that this was the best chance I would ever have.
One thing that I had been wanting to say was that with all the hoopla about Brokeback Mountain, I wanted to keep saying “hey, this isn’t the first—this has been done, albeit a little differently.”
I also wrote (and said in person because I did get the chance to) that I had brought Jeff and Chris to grovel at his feet, because he paved the way for them to be together. I was willing to excuse the groveling part, because the spot where we were standing was covered in sharp gravel, and I think that groveling would be a lot more painful for the two of them than even the most demanding star would expect. And Randy Harrison hardly seems like a demanding star.
It’s so funny, you see someone on tv and on stage and they seem so brash and outgoing and boisterous. And in person, Randy seemed sort of shy, very soft spoken, very gracious. He was saying to everyone who spoke to him that he hoped we enjoyed it, and he was really gratified when Chris said that he had seen him in Wicked and how good he was. Randy was only in Wicked for a few months, so I don’t think he runs across all that many people who caught him in Wicked. Of course, Chris has seen Wicked seven times and counting, so I doubt that he’s missed too many major cast members, however short their stint. So, when he says that someone was good, I take his word for it; he’s seen more theater than most people three times his age. And he’s very, very good at filming plays unobtrusively. He filmed the show with Randy in it; I just got my DVD copy of it. I can’t wait until he puts Amadeus onto DVD for me. He apologized that it won’t be perfect because people kept putting their heads in the way. Hey I won’t complain, I’m sure he got a good deal of it.
I was amazed at how quietly he managed to do the filming; I was trying to use my camera lens as binoculars, and I had to stop doing that because the lens kept making noise going back and forth. And here he filmed the entire show unobserved! Good skill, I’ll bet a lot of parents could use his talents; when your kid is in a show and you aren’t allowed to tape it and instead they hire a professional who charges $35 for a copy.
I’ll see if I can post some of it.
Back to our meeting. I was trying to say that I had really really wanted to see him, so much so that I drove four hours when I didn’t even like to make left turns. I think I said that too quickly, and he probably got the idea that I was a superstitious obsessive compulsive nut job who wouldn’t make left turns because they were bad luck or something. I was a little more explicit in my note, so hopefully he will see that. You don’t want to think you’re being stalked by a crazy person, or at least, not crazier than your average stalker.
I just couldn’t get over how young and shy he sounded, he kept saying to anyone he spoke to that he hoped they liked the show, and how nice it was to come to see him. From the heights of my middle aged heterosexual woman wisdom, I would say he seemed like a very sweet kid. And kid is the word—I know he’s almost 29, but he still looks as though he would be stopped in the halls of a high school and asked why he wasn’t in class.
My Broadway stalkers were surprised to see how easy stalking was in the Berkshires. The stage door had no guards or ropes in front of it, and when Randy finally left his well wishers, he just walked off to the same parking lot where we had our cars. Oddly enough, he went over to my car as if to get in. Perhaps he knew about the other cakes and chip in there, and wanted to make sure he had the best selection. It kind of surprised me, because when I looked at the cars in the line where he eventually moved over to, I didn’t see anything that resembled my car.
Yeah, it was probably the irresistible junk food fumes.
Anyway, I was just giddy with delight when we left. I couldn’t believe I’d actually gotten to do what I set out to. I thought for sure that would be the day he came down with laryngitis, or decided to sleep on the stage and not come out through the stage door. Not that I expected to forge lifelong bonds in the two minutes of conversation, but I just wanted to see him up close and personal. And I wanted to thank him for what the effect he’s had on us.
And I got to do all that. So, I was happy.
And I managed to do it without blurting out “wow, it’s weird seeing you with so many clothes on.”
I was so disappointed to see that my two pictures didn't come out right (wouldn't you know) but someone else had posted a lovely picture of him from the festival that would have looked similar anyway, so I'll copy that for my own memoirs.
You know, he really does have a Sunshine smile!
One more note, the really Justinesque touch—the backpack. I always think of Justin with a backpack, and apparently it’s something shared by his real life alter ego.
The straw hat (either cowboy or Panama type, I didn’t get a good look) was a different touch. One of my traveling companions, Michael, determined to get himself one.
Ah yes, Michael. Well, I guess Michael hadn’t really watched the show much if at all, or else seeing Randy in person was different In fact…I went home with three drooling boys. Michael was captivated when I mentioned about usually seeing him in less clothing than as Mozart.
I remember one of the cast members saying that whenever someone would mention being a fan, he would cringe and think “well, I guess they’ve seen me naked.” When I pointed that out to the tweedle trio, I think they were silently making plans to raid my DVD stash. Perhaps now I can have a little film festival, not just me and the other faghag.
Concluding the Randy portion, I’ll post this, and finish with my adventures later (and adventures they were).
You sound like the best mom ever!
We had Entenmanns, Kroges, Krugers, but no little Debbies. And no Walmarts either.
I haven't tasted those oatmeal cookies, but now I'm going to buy some for vacation. We rent a beach house for a week, and if you thought that my car this weekend was like a grocery store on wheels, that week is really an all out pigfest. It was there that I first tasted Krispy Kreme donuts, I didn't much care for donuts, but I had to admit they were good. There's also a place down in Ocean City that has some unbelievable sticky buns--not usually my type of stuff, but these are pretty great.
Wow, I'm starting to smack my lips. I'd better starve myself this week in preparation for the weeklong pigfest.
As far as being the best mom--well, I have a lot of mediocore mom years to catch up with. I never know what to do with small children, but teenagers love me. Jeff was reading in the car from the book "Auntie Mame" and he kept saying "this sounds like you Mom." If you ever read the book, you would have your hair standing on end to know what you reminded people of!
When we stood outside the stage door I was the first one to see Randy come out. If I didn't know better I would have sworn he was only 16 - so young looking. And he was a perfect gentleman to me and my friends. :D
Nah, that came later with the no left turns remark.
I explained the junk food with a comment about how it didn't look like there were any Walmarts or convenience stores around so he might like some junk food.
I would have guessed 16 or even younger. Funny, he was really a chameleon with looks. Some shows he looked so much older than others, and it wasn't necessarily in chronological order. He looked a LOT older with the buzz haircut than I ever saw him look. Now he looked no older than Season 2 at most, if not Season 1. The boys too kept saying how young he looked. The build too has something to do with it, he's so thin and slight--not skinny looking, just small framed.
At least if he thought I was crazy, he was pretty much right, so no harm done!
I love your story. I'm glad you got a chance to give him your note - I'm sure he's not going to think you have a weird hang up about left turns! I'm imagining the boys in the car on the way back and thinking that you should hide your dvd stash :D
Oh, my DVD stash is the last thing on my mind right now. The boys have been getting so cozy and confidential with my husband and me, my head is spinning. The absolute worst came tonight--Jeff and my husband actually said they never saw such a look of shock on my face.
Jeff informed me that the son of my best and oldest friend was telling him that he was snooping in his parent's bedroom and picked up a tape and popped it into their VCR to watch, thinking it was one of their home videos, Christmas perhaps.
Well, as Jeff informs me, Aunt Diane was doing something very interesting to Uncle Mark!
AAAAGHHHHGHHG, clear that vision from my mind! "Uncle Mark" always sounds so prudish--always did, even as a teenager--that I'm just managing to get my jaw back up from the sidewalk where it dropped.
Please get me back to my gay porn, at least I don't know those people.
As for her husband though--I don't know. My husband has known him forever too, and according to Gene, Mark used to deny ever having done that thing to himself that virtually all men seem to have done at one point or another.
Thinking of that now, I think "no, you wouldn't have to."
Straightening my face now.
I bet he gobbled up the Little Debbies!
Well, you know, I always feel that with that kind of thing, if you don't want it that moment, it keeps, and if you don't want it at all, you can always share it--and at least it doesn't contribute to the clutter of things you don't know what to do with.
However, I did write something in the note to him a bit about that. I'd heard that he felt that Cowlip exploited his body, or something of the sort. I don't know whether that's true, but I could kind of understand his feeling like that; much as I like the hot sex scenes, it was weird. At times when I thought they could have used them, they would fade to black, and other times, I thought they were using sort of gratuitous nudity.
In any event, I wrote that although I could understand how he felt, he did have the effect of sort of paving the way for young gay men coming of age now, making things more familiar and accepted (how can you bitch if you son turns out gay if you've been drooling at gay sex scenes in the past?)
I also said that I thought Cowlip overestimated the need for out and out graphic sex at times, that often women's favorite scenes were the "romance" kind where you didn't really see anything.
Hopefully it made him feel a bit better for a minute or two (maybe while the sugar rush was going on from the junk food).
And I also agree that I think they placed the sex scenes sloppily. I think season three was the best for sex scenes, save for that stupid blowjob scene in 308 to "Weapon" because it's almost like it's trying to make Justin giving Brian head artistic...and as much as I like to think it is, where it's placed, it's not. Right after Stockwell says, "Oh my best friend for LYFE!!!~ is gay!" isn't grounds for random B/J sex.
I suppose when I get older I'll understand the romance view more. It's not like I think I'm so young and unaffected by romance, but I guess that as a teenager it's hard to choose romance over straight out sex ironically enough between two gay men.
It's funny, I would have thought a teenager would be more affected by the romance view, at least a teenage girl. But then again, Jarcie, you seem to be a very unusual teenager.
Meanwhile, I end up with Mr. Prissy, who is telling me about his friend who is having a flavor of the week in the sex department and Jeff is telling me this bristling with disapproval. I said "well, isn't that supposed to be one of the perks of being a gay man?" He said "well, I don't think it's right."
Good grief, how did I end up with him? Actually, I'll go into more detail on that later.
As far as the sex scenes vs romance; maybe romance isn't exactly the words I want to use, so much as scenes where they seem to be getting somewhere in terms of their undefined, unconventional relationship. Sometimes the sex scenes are both, and sometimes I would look and wonder exactly what was being done and to who, like the aim was to see how many pages of the Gay Kama Sutra the writers could have them acting out.
The one that really still bothers me so much that I actually fast forward it is in 512. I like the shower scenes, but the actual sex scenes that open the show look more painful than anything else. The first one looks as if Brian is giving Justin the Heimlich maneuver more than having sex with him, and the second one--well, I hope that table was well polished, otherwise you could be talking about some nasty splinters, sliding up and down that wood. To me, neither of these exactly hit the right note, I can't explain it.
Of course, I did have that mental thing going on where I only enjoy sex when it is depicting affairs, rather than married type relationships. I don't know if I've said it to you, but even in real life I have rules to live by: if you are engaged in an illicit affair, then tell me all about it; speak slowly and enunciate. However, if you actually get married, then even intimating to me that you are having sex is like TMI! Yeah, I know it's kind of warped, but there you have it, if I was sexually with it, I probably would be leading a far different life today than I am.
So maybe my real problem with the sex in 512 is that they were too close to being married. But I don't think so.
I think that as a general rule, "marriage" is a boring word to go along with a boring concept, so naturally a lot of people find illicit and/or extramarital affairs exciting. If I think about it enough, I guess I do.
When my friends tell me about their random hookups it's more like, "Were they hot? Did you like it? Will you do it again?" and that's it. Then we kind of talk about past hookups and future ones and it gets really repetitive and yet we still talk about it. Since only one person I know my age is married, I really don't know how to compare the two ideas. Especially because the married person is my ex, so there's no way in hell I wanna hear about HIS sex life.
Well, I do expand my view of this to include people in long time committed relationships--I also don't want to hear about their sex lives either!
Random hookups are of course foreign to me. They weren't too common in my day (although I think my sister was one of the exceptions!) It was funny, in a sociology class the teacher talked about friends with benefits, and I commented that I was assuming they weren't talking about putting friends on your medical insurance. So I'm really up to date in this area!
You're going on vacation this week? Me too. Have fun. I'll send you a copy of the Amadeus video when I get it, so you don't have to feel too bad at missing it.
My mom told me that she was excited about going to NY .... for my BIRTHDAY in NOVEMBER, and I was like when did this happen?? I thought we were going this summer! She said we had a change of plans and I was like, "Well I really wanted to go so we could go up and see Randy in Amadeus, that's why I wanted to go this summer," and she was like, "Well, blah blah blah I'm your mother and I know best so shut up," so....I shut up.
Amadeus is over already, so you would have had to be here between June 20 and July 8.
Chris warns that the tape will of course not be perfect, because he was filming during the performance and people kept sticking their heads in the way, but I'm sure it still gives a good idea of Randy's performance (which was great, by the way).
So maybe we can meet you when you come in November, we certainly go into NY enough. Jeff and Chris could show you the Broadway in's and out's.
By the way, if you intend to see Wicked when you're here, I would tell you Mom to buy the tickets now, they are always sold out.
I knew Amadeus ended already, but I didn't know when. Way back in the school year, she had promised we'd go, and now we didn't. Okay, maybe she didn't promise, but she should have so I could have something to blame for it, lol. And I'm so no matter what, the Amadeus tape will be great...it IS Randy, after all.
You know you can't drink alcohol, don't you? Forgive me if this seems obvious, I don't know anymore if the laws vary from state to state. Here in NJ and in NY, you can't drink until 21, but perhaps not all states have that law. When I was 18, you could drink legally in NY and NJ, but that was back when dinosaurs roamed the earth!
I'll make copies of the tape when we get back from vacation, and when I beat Chris into giving me my copy. He just downloaded it--I don't know much about doing that, I never seem to be able to keep a camcorder in working order long enough to get tapes out of it (or, if the camcorder is working, my computer isn't--the joys of the mechanical age.)
Let me know in advance when you'll be around, and we can try to make plans to hook up. And remember, if you want to see Wicked, buy now.
Anyways I just wanted to say that I'm very very glad that you got to meet Randy and tell him everything that you wanted to say. He is a sweetheart and so very talented. And I'm glad you took the boys with you! Did they raid the DVD stash yet? I'd be curious to hear what they think.
Oh I love that Michael (?) was reading "The Joy of Gay Sex" to you while you were driving! That would be such a distraction to me though! LOL.
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Hope you had (are having?) a great time at the beach house! Take care and thanks again for sharing your story with us!
We have a LOT of people there, and somehow it ended up that my husband and I don't actually get a bedroom (long story). In fact, this year, we ended up sleeping on the outside deck--not really bad, except for waking up Saturday morning to my son's friend telling me that maybe I should get up, because I was being rained on. Although the deck did have an awning, we were experiencing a monsoon. So I moved; but truly, I'm just starting to feel human again. However, a good time was had by all.
We had Michael (yes, it was Michael) come down to us for a few days, and although I did bring the DVD stash, considering some of the company, we decided to can the showcase for a more private viewing. However, Michael and Jeff have been much envied by the local boys, and Chris is feeling like a prize pig at the county fair, because he seems to have the only known recording of the performance. Chris is such a good sneaky video taker, no matter what happens with him and Jeff, I'm taking him along on all my clandestine taping escapades.
Chris and Jeff were really impressed with Randy's performance; Michael is not quite so culturally inclined; he just kept saying "he's purty."
Thanks to the LJ network, Wildsweetcool was introduced to me and she very kindly sent me photos, including one of Jeff talking to Randy, and one of our group with him. I wrote most of a post talking about this, but I didn't finish it before I went on vacation, so I'll do that and say more on the subject (I've learned the hard way to do my longer posts on Word, and then cut and paste them into the journal).
The boys thought it was very funny that when they left me in the car at a rest stop, they came back to find me engrossed in "The Joy of Gay Sex." Hey, it was available, what did they expect? I managed to do some lovely photos of the book cover, which you will see I am using as an icon. Amazing; although I totally screwed up on the pictures of Randy (thanks all those who filled in my gaps, especially WildSweetCool); I did manage to get some lovely photos of the book cover, shot while it was on the night stand between my bed and Michael's, since we were roomies. Michael's mother had gotten us two rooms, saying that I would want my own room. The boys seemed to have had other ideas; and certainly I would not want to interrupt any raunchy activity on the part of my son, simply because of a selfish desire to have a room where I could set the thermostat above 60 degrees. Not a problem, the hotel did have a robe.
I really was so glad to meet Randy in person; it was really weird, but I felt like I had a debt to pay.
I didn't really plan on paying it with Little Debbie cakes in an abandoned Gap bag, but that's what happens to those of us who procrastinate and fly by the seat of our pants. We have to go with what's available. And quite truthfully, considering that the theater is located approximately in the middle of nowhere, with no visible convenience stores or Walmarts open at 11pm, he might have gotten some use out of them.
Getting back to the Joy of Gay Sex, the worst part is that when I see the illustrations, I have to move my head from side to side in an attempt to visualize kinesthetically (sp?) the pictured activities.
When we went on vacation; we borrowed my brother in law's minivan, and left him our car. Although I did put the Joy in a bag and left it in the trunk, I realized that I had left a copy of a gay newspaper in the back seat.
Hope he didn't have a lot of passengers during the week. I certainly hope that when he drove his mother home to Westchester, that she was in the front. And I hope that none of his fellow Con Ed employees rode with him during the week.
Luckily, I have so much junk in my car, it would be hard to focus on any one item cluttering it.