Last summer, after a pre-Kenny-concert party at the Hard Rock Cafe in DC, we liberated Flat Kenny.
We stuffed Flat Kenny into my minivan, giggling with the bright idea to drive him around Washington and visit all the monuments where we would pose him among our country’s great leaders and take photographs… just for kicks.
Instead, we got tired, drove home, and went to bed, deflated and depressed that we were no longer 22.
I’d like to be that crazy, but I’m just too damn tired.
But I’ve made some fun and crazy friends through this whole Kenny world who have totally outdone my lame efforts. If I had an award, I’d give it to ‘em. If I had Kenny, I’d give him to them.
Trina, CJ, and Phaedra, you’ve got crazy locked up. I’m so proud to know you