My friend the Rock Star.

My best friend Erin is a rock star. She is my social hero, and her bravery in social situations usually blows my little home-bodied mind. Stories of Erin's adventures are stuff of legend in my family. We pass her stories back and forth and welcome newcomers into our circle by telling the tales of Erin.



My favorite story is when Erin introduced herself to Hilary Clinton. The story goes that Hill was in the building where Erin works, possibly getting the grand tour (I made that part up because I have no idea what she was doing in that shiny building in New York) and Erin decides she wants to meet her. She walks right up to her, sticks out her hand and says "Hi Hillary, I'm Erin!"

All this to say that when I got these pictures last week, I was not surprised. When I think of Elton John, I think of Erin. She has always had a love for him that I have not quite understood (although I caught a glimpse of why after we saw Elton John perform at a taping of Jay Leno back in 2002-ish... that man can sing).

(Check out her cool earrings!)

I can just hear her say "Hi Elton, I'm Erin!!!" (I don't know what she said to him, only that this picture enhances every bit of coolness I already knew she had).

Jane Krakowski of 30 Rock Fame also had the pleasure of meeting Erin (although, Erin didn't know quite who she was "I guess she's on 30 Rock or something?") The story goes that the chatted about how cute each other looked (which is funny, because when I saw the picture, I thought Erin was the one in red.)



Although I like to live vicariously through her, I'd prefer to just hang out with her. If only NYC and AZ were a bit closer...