john b. flushing

Posts Tagged ‘Marcia Brady’

So I could not resist attending the Q&A session and book signing of Maureen McCormick’s new book Here’s the Story… I don’t know why I bothered thinking about it…I had to go…it shouldn’t have been a question. I went to a local bookstore here in town and purchased the book and went in for the event where there were people anxiously awaiting the real Marcia Brady! I’m pretty sure that I was one of few (if not the only one there) who did not still live in the basement of his parents home. There was a very peculiar bunch there for this. The questions fired away and a confident and sweet Maureen McCormick took control of the Q&A handling every question appropriately and with the charm everyone would expect. Her physical appearance had obviously matured, but she sounded exactly how she did nearly 40 years ago as her most famous character. The audience alone was an event within itself, but the questions were good. I only identified two major potential stalkers in the crowd. It was one of the few star struck moments in my life…and I’m not ashamed to say I’m stoked to have met Marcia Brady.I imagine Mo’s had some pretty surreal moments on this book tour and could likely write a story about that adventure alone if every crowd was similar to the one I was in.
Cheers!

I have another story that ties into this experience I’ll type up soon.

This morning while I was doing 1/3 of my S’s I decided that everyday this week I would wear a different sample of fragrance from this month’s Maxim Magazine so that I would feel like I’m getting something out of the last issue from my subscription, (since the articles suck and either the magazine has gone to shit or I’ve just acquired a better taste for humor…which I find hard to believe) so I tore the sample page out and rubbed it on my shirt. Today’s didn’t work out so well. My review of the Emporio Armani Diamonds for Men is thpppppppp. It smells like a combination of hairspray and powder. I already have a headache and I’m stuck with it all day. I may have to change my shirt and look for another magazine before I go see Marcia Brady tonight at her book signing. I bet Johnny Bravo never smelled like hairspray and powder!