That’s Las Vegas. Where my Barry lives. And sings. And since it wasn’t a practical option for her to pack me in her suitcase and sneak me backstage to the concert, she had to suffice by stopping by the Barry Manilow gift shop. We had lunch on Tuesday, and she pushed this across the table at me. I squealed.
It’s a complete Barry Manilow gift pack, all wrapped up (appropriately) in a glossy black bag with leopard print tissue paper. Let the classiness just wash over you for a minute.
Inside is a Barry poker chip, Barry lip balm, Barry pencils and a Barry cell phone dangle. "That’s awesome!" I told her. "Every time I use my cell phone, the people around me will see how much I love Barry!"
She frowned. "And….that’s….good for you?"
Oh yes ma’am. It’s so good I might have to download a Copa Cabana ring tone to go with it.