My mother kissed George Clinton after the 1994 Lollapalooza here in Pittsburgh.
My folks were hanging out at a bar near the
Post-Gazette Pavilion, and they apparently hung out and drank and such.
They come home all tipsy and mom said, "ahaha I kissed a black guy!"
(noteworthy to mention, race aside, my mom isn't the drink & smooch kinda gal)
I said, "Umm..okay. What did he look like, did you know him?"
She said he had all kinds of dreadlocks and a big gray beard and all kinds of colors in his hair. I then noted where they were, what time it was, and the fact that that night was Lollapalooza. I said,
"Mom...you kissed George Clinton. He's pretty famous."
Ah well. She didn't know.