Put another tofu on the dinner table, baby.
This weekend I have the very distinct honor of cooking dinner for Joan Jett when she performs in Bethlehem, PA. In fact, the tour manager just ordered more meals. I’ll be having a small heart attack every five minutes until Saturday evening when dinner is served and I get to party on at the concert.
Maybe we can share eyeliner/big hair tips. No matter, this is surreal and I’m grateful.
Rock on. xo