ham fisted theatrics

Who wants to come with me to Manhattanville College in Westchester to see The Gin Blossoms on April 21st? Gregor has already entertained the notion way too seriously. What he doesn't realize is I will take him at his word and show up at his doorstep on the 21st ready to take the train out to White Plains, catch a cab to this school, pretend to be a student if necessary, and sing along with every word of such classic GB deep cuts as "Lost Horizons" and "Cajun Song."

The problem with liking The Gin Blossoms is people always think you're joking about liking The Gin Blossoms.