A zillion years ago, while traveling around Europe and taking full advanage of the Eurail pass, I went from Berlin all the way to Florence in a single jaunt. When I arrived at the pensione where I would be staying, I was wearing a shirt with the P.i.L. logo on it. There was a woman seated at a table in the common area. Before we even introduced ourselves she said "Hey!", and lifted up her sweatshirt. She was wearing the same T-shirt. Her name was Harriet, and she was from Brisbane, Australia. She had curly red hair, tied back but still dangling. She was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt over the T-shirt and well fitting, but not hoochie tight, jeans. I remember these details because our passings over the next few days would be an awesome respite, on a trip where I'd met few music fiends. The kicker? She worked in a record store. Yep, you know it. Instant music crush.
She asked if I liked any Australian bands. After making a point to share my distaste for Men At Work (it was the eighties), I told her that I really, really liked the Saints. "I used be roommates with Chris Bailey".(Bailey was the Saints' lead singer) And so on. The more I talked to her, the more it was getting all Love Potion Number Nine up in there. Interactions that followed over the next few days only intensified the crush. She was a great conversationalist. Days later, poof. Ever since then, whenever I hear the Saints, I don't think about how lucky she was to have lived with Chris Bailey. I always think of how lucky Chris Bailey was to have lived with Harriet.
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