Let me just start by saying I’ve loved Eddie Money ever since I wore my hair in a dorsal fin. I almost cried when I missed him performing with Loverboy at a casino, okay. Getting to meet him super-hyped my dork genes. He was experiencing a slight wardrobe malfunction – a tag digging into his neck. I’m thinking, “Well, I don’t have scissors,” then cheerfully blurt out, “I can chew it off for you!” He jumped because I don’t think he noticed me standing there. “No, I mean. I’m not hitting on you!” He said, “Okay, Darlin.” He called me Darlin’. Just for the record I chew tags off my kids clothes all the time. It’s not some notions-inspired fetish, if that’s what you’re thinking!