V: (to J & Me) I really want to go to a symphony concert this summer. Are either of you up for it?
ME: Do you want to be my date for David Bowie?
Mrs. H. (V’s 69-year-old mum): Is David Bowie coming to Park City? That’s so exciting.
V: No, mum. He’s dead.
Mrs. H.: Well, who was I thinking of?
V: Prince? He’s dead, too.
Mrs. H.: No. Boy George. I get all of those cross dressers confused.