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. â€œReally? Which band?â€ I asked. â€œBuffalo Daughter,â€ 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 didnâ€™t work off the cutesy, kitschy angle typical of the female Japanese bands allowed an audience in the U.S., but instead focused on rockinâ€™ 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. â€œYou mean Miho Hatori of Cibo Matto and Sean Lennon!â€ I exclaimed. She smiled. â€œYes.â€
I had to make her remember me. But all my lame ass could devise was, â€œUm, have you ever had a Krispy Kreme?â€ To which she responded, â€œNo.â€ So I heated one up and asked her what she thought. â€œItâ€™s really sweet,â€ she said.