For some bizarrely strange reason unknown to everybody including me, I’ve been following Meg Ryan and John Mellencamp’s every single move as a dusty new couple, so here they are holding hands while going to the Whitney Museum and a restaurant in NYC today. My therapist would probably say this is my way of holding onto the 90s with both hands since my life was so uncomplicated back then. It’s true. The most complicated thing I had to worry about back then was how to get home from a rave after my friend’s left me staring at a bunny sticker on the bathroom wall for 4 hours right. Yes, illegal drugs were involved.
Anyway, here’s to Meg and John: 2011’s GREATEST COUPLE (not really). Well, they’re the year’s greatest couple unless Goober comes out with a peanut butter and Fluff swirl. But until then, Meg and the miniature Harry Hamlin need to bask in this shit!