Do you remember the day our friendship lasted forever? We straddled the earth, lost in the running cool of our own giant striding shadows. And I was laughing so damn hard as I tried to keep up, we threw each other out ahead in shotgun bounds, punching holes through to the starry blackness above us, crashed down leaving furious volcano footprints, the vital blood of the earth oozing out around our toes like so much sandbox rainstorm. Remember when the universe fell on my head like a kaleidoscope flowerpot? How you rescued me from the three-headed hydra of my Ex, Ol’Smuggly and Myself all in one night using only a deck of cards for a prop? We were dancing spies with razors for hands and hearts like lions. This testimonial was emailed to me from me a century from now, when the rocking chairs will be carved out of magnesium alloy, when the dancefloors will tilt and flip like Mario side-scrollers, when the gentle breeze will twist the errant strands of our hair as we stand back to back in the lull between imminent failure and glorious victory.

None of the praises I sing of Megan should be taken as hyperbole. Now let me put that statement to the test. She’s a fusion powered Valkyrie with titanium wings and iridium retinas. A lightning swordfish hotdogging through a deep-sea slalom of fire-flavored funk. As purpose-built and ravenous as an F1 racecar designed by Nikola Tesla and Hunter S. Thompson.

Generous with her time and attention, with her good intentions and her rock-solid, unflagging, nofuckingnonsense support. One of a handful of people in my life I’d cross hell and high water to get to if she called. Oh, she’s a pretty good dancer.

i saw you dancing off down the block after reagan dropped off your phone last night...i smiled. then this thought came into me:

i love you.

:)

Many things to say about this ethereal, magnetic, inspring, bright eyed creature of the forest... She is the PET of the cosmos ( specially when your as fucked up)... But all seriousness.. She is one of a kind and her smile would bringhten even the TOXICIEST beach and bitches in this town..

Long LIVE MUGSIE!!! ( Chase the CARROT.. PARROOOTT!)

aahhhh Mugsie. . .a breathe of life. . beyond fresh air this woman purifies the vibes she is a filter taking in all that is and letting only the pure come through. . everytime.

I agree completely with Pablo . .

I have had the pleasure of gradually getting to know this woman. Now I can't get enough of her. . .must have more. . .

She takes all things lightly but is really no joke. I look forward to the ruckus we will bring and the insights we will sing. . .

Love you!!

Her greetings and departures are invariably accompanied by a sly smile, one that makes me feel like we've just shared an inside joke on the world. I have the sneaking suspicion that some prescient career counselor advised her, as a wee lass, to seek out her fortune taping "Kick Me" signs on Life's posterior.

i remember solo flighting to the gingerbread house, (or was it rankin and custer, or graffiti paradise???) one night in my early ess eff days....tripping around and checking it out....so many head trips, and faces, and smiles, and names, and glitter....and then my eyes met meghan.
solid_gold_dancer.
solid_platinum_smile.
solid_diamond_eyes.
hot damn.

and i knew that one day, i would be dancing with her too.

so, parties float on, people come and go...and i cannot even remember when i officially met her, but it *was* significant cause i remember a feeling of bliss.

and even further, way beyond the grooves and swirls:
she has taught me a sort of patience and calm that i so desire in my life.
taking_it_in_stride and never_taking_it_sooo_seriously.
because life was never intended to be so serious; it is all about the beauty we create.

a bowl of the sweetest road~side~attraction cherries dancing with unicorns and cherubs.
and this is the meghan im crushing out on.

xo,
~k~

p.s. i looooved us in the liquor store last weekend, cha_ching! shhhhhhhhh.

mugs is a cyborg dancefloor spy preprogrammed to kick ass and take names as soon as she enters a bass-laden environment. she's a happy cyborg, though, and i don't think she'll assimilate you. at least not without your express triplicate consent. if you ever need to deliver bacon to the masses, she's your man.

When I first spoke to this amazing woman I told her "I'm keeping you." It was a decision I do not regret. Her energy and SMILE on the dancefloor is infectious. Watching her move is inspiring enough, but then (those of us that are lucky) get to break through and really start getting to know the girl from the inside. She shines just as bright. This is one chick that I always want on my team.