The one time (so far) I've gotten to hang out with lala, was at a show in Indianapolis. She walked up behind us to stand in line, and I knew. I don't know how I knew but I knew. All I remember thinking is "Quick Dakota, don't be a wuss. Try to start a conversation and figure out if you're right." At that point I was fairly new here
still am, fuck itand had never seen pictures of this remarkable human specimen. But it worked. I knew and as we were talking, I could see she came to know also. (It was beautiful. I think I might just shed a tear.) Anyways, we hadn't exchanged names and she said "you're Dakota aren't you?!" And in the midst of smiling and replying "I knew it" I found myself in an embrace that was so warm, it will be told in my story book of friendship for the rest of my life. And that's how it happened. You fucking rule woman.
This gives me the chillies. That's the power of lala!
Setting off on a 5 hour journey to visit one of my favorite people!