A new feature perhaps?

So a couple of months back, some people moved out of an apartment in my complex. I know this because the little nameplate on the mail box thing was taken off. Shortly thereafter, a new nameplate appeared, with a last name and the curious "Rockin' Johnny Band." Scruffy and I had a good laugh about that, and there were many sort of "What would Rockin' Johnny(RJ) think?" type comments thrown around. Then we'd discovered that RJ had his mini-blinds pulled up just enough to see his Rockin' Television. So then the game became, "What's on RJ's TV?"

I also joked that we should make up a big batch of guitar shaped sugar cookies that spell out "Rockin' Johnny" on the fretboard, and then take them to his apartment as a Welcome to the Neighborhood type thing, like people used to do.

I think I may have been drunk at the time.

So we kept peeking at his tv, and just making inane RJ comments, because one, it cracked our shit up, and two, one would imagine that anyone who calls himself "Rockin'" should expect a bit of teasing. And we weren't ever mean or nasty or within earshot, so we figured we weren't hurting anyone.

So a couple of weeks ago, I looked up RJ, and found a website, and then when we went to see M.O.T.O. play at the Record Emporium, I pointed out a RJ cd to Scruffy and we laughed about it, because we've a combined maturity level of a twelve year old. It had his picture on the cover, and I thought, "Hey, he's kind of cute... and looks a little like Jeff Buckley." And that's all the thought I gave to it.

Fast forward to last Thursday. I'm in the little lobby thingy of our building, about to stick my key in the lock, and at the same time, this guy is going to open the door. So there was this big sort of production number about who was going to open the door really. While this was happening, I hadn't really look-looked at the guy. So then I do look at him, and think, "Who is this guy, and why is he in our building?" Then i think "Who the heck cares?! He's gooooooooorgeous." Then I think "Oh my gawd. That's Rockin' Johnny!" And these aren't quick, one right after another at the speed of light thoughts, either. These are long, slow, gapey-stare thoughts. So I'm standing there staring at this gorgeous guy, who is my neighbor, with my mouth (probably) hanging open. Like an idiot. So, after turning beet red, naturally I dash upstairs without saying anything at all. Like, "Excuse me" or "Thanks for letting me in" or "Hi." So I'm sure he thinks i'm some sort of idiot.

Which I couldn't really care less about, but, all the same I'm still embarrassed.

At any rate, I mention this all because from now on I'm reporting on "Rockin' Johnny Sightings"

So I'll start right now.