Conversation in my house, while watching Neil Diamond story on CBS Sunday morning:
Gina: “You know, Neil Diamond is coming to Pittsburgh.”
Mr b: “Hmm”
Gina: “I wouldn’t mind seeing him.”
Mr b: “Hmm”
Gina: “I’m serious.”
Mr b: “Really?”
Gina: “Yeah. I mean – it’s Neil Diamond”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “Come on! You know it would be fun.”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “You’d know the words to all the songs.”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “Except for the new stuff, but I could buy the cd.”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “Dude! It’s Neil Freaking Diamond!”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “Baby loves me, yes, yes she does. Ah, the girl's outta sight, yeah. . .”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “Hey! She got the way to move me, Cherry. She got the way to groove me, Cherry, baby”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “Well, I'm New York City born and raised. . .”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “Kentucky woman, she shines with her own kind of light…”
Mr b: “. . . . . . . . . . . ”
Gina: “Hands, touching hands. . .”
Mr b: “Seriously. Last week you were talking about Dead shows and now Neil Diamond?”
Gina” “. . .reaching out, touching me. . .”
Mr b: “Do you know hoe old you are. . .”
Gina: “. . .touching YOUUUUUUUUUU. . .”
Mr b: “If you are talking about going to a Neil Diamond concert?”
Gina: “Sweet Caroline. . .”
Mr b: “You’re serious.”
Gina: “BUH, BUH, BUUUUH!!”
Mr b: “Oh my God”
