Oh Tommy.

Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

Tommy from The Daily sent me a note on MySpace last night and I went to see him tonight. Can you say Pavlov? When I got there, I pulled out a biz card and wrote “pssst” on it. The waiter passed it to him over the bar. He read it, it registered, and he said, “Where is she?”

The waitress pointed me out, I waved. He said, “Is that a Newcastle?” “Yes,” I said. “Put it on my tab,” he said to the waitress and went to pull another beet for another customer.

Swoon. Oh, Tommy.

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