I met Lorri in 1990 through a mutual friend, Mike Kieffer. He thought we would get along because we both liked They Might Be Giants. Luckily she was after John Linnell while I lusted after John Flansburgh or it could have gotten ugly.

Oh, the times we've had: driving four hours to Phoenix just to get Eskimo Pies, putting Pixie Stix in Danny Elfman's mailbox (he looked like he needed some), sneaking backstage at Disneyland (she ran off when we got caught leaving me there with a grounds person who was nice enough to give me a little tour) and her almost causing my car to go off a cliff in Topanga Canyon (I was two inches from a sheer cliff and needed to turn around; she was outside the car directing me and was having me drive in the wrong direction: "No, wait! I meant left!").

I think it was when she almost killed me I realized she was a life-long friend. Now she's my maid of honor. I just don't let her direct my driving anymore.

Lorri IS Dynagirl!