Sugar Is Sweet

Freaking out that I was talking to Sugar, I impolitely pointed at her and stuttered, "You're...you're...you're the lead guitarist, right?!"

At a party on the deck of my flat, I was talking with a Japanese woman who mentioned she was in a band. “Really? Which band?” I asked. “Buffalo Daughter,” she said.

Freaking out that I was talking to Sugar, I impolitely pointed at her and stuttered, "You're...you're...you're the lead guitarist, right?!" It was then that I smothered her with praise, telling her how much I admired the fact that they didn’t work off the cutesy, kitschy angle typical of the female Japanese bands allowed an audience in the U.S., but instead focused on rockin’ out.

Having just met a rock star, I wanted to savor this further and asked if I could show her around the next day. She thanked me but declined, telling me she was heading to New York to visit her friends Miho and Sean. “You mean Miho Hatori of Cibo Matto and Sean Lennon!” I exclaimed. She smiled. “Yes.”

I had to make her remember me. But all my lame ass could devise was, “Um, have you ever had a Krispy Kreme?” To which she responded, “No.” So I heated one up and asked her what she thought. “It’s really sweet,” she said.

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