highest praise
julia: so, i figure for the conference, i'll do all the work, and you can be the front man on the weekend.
greg: okay, like i'm the public face.
julia: yes.
greg: i'm the one who gets all the attention and praise.
julia: yes.
greg: but you do all the work.
julia: yes.
greg: you're the Edge to my Bono.
julia: excellent! the edge totally doesn't get the credit he deserves. he carries that band. you know, the "where the streets have no name" and the "BAD" guitar riffs? yup.
greg: you're the Jenny to my Gethin. [okay, that's an episcopal diocese of san diego inside joke. jenny is in charge of all the ministries. gethin is the bishop.]
julia: (laughter)
greg: you're the Cheney to my Bush.
julia: no ways, that guy does nothing either.
greg: you're the Shawna to my Greg.
julia: uh, Shawna's the Shawna to your Greg, Greg.
greg: yup. good point.