I kicked it old school style with two of my best friends from childhood, Lauren (aka Du) and Michaela. Du's the one that I briefly stopped talking to in elementary school because I was jealous that she didn't need glasses anymore (not a great moment for me). And Michaela and I started a Playa's (see: Player) Club (cuz you gotta love what you do not who you do!...ah?) in high school complete with a legit website. What were we thinking?
Anyway.
So, Michaela and I drove up to see Du in Lowell, MA. Both of us commented on how we'd never been to Lowell and if it wasn't for our friend, we probably would never have gone. It wasn't so bad though. Du has a most kickass condo, straight out of HGTV magazine or something. We started out the evening munching on some of Du's homemade guac and sipping down a glass of wine. It appears that one glass is enough for me to be tipsy these days. Lame sauce. We then ventured out into the "city", hitting up a restaurant/bar that is half Lizzy Borden house and half sports bar. Tell me how that makes sense! Our waiter, Steve, told us the specials, including one that has kobe fish in it, a member of the salmon family. I said how that's a good family to be a part of and Steve concurred that the kobe could be the salmon's nephew or something. True story. We split appetizers and tried our luck at cocktails involving cucumber. The conversation touched upon long lost high school people that we don't really care about and our upcoming reunion. For example, the girl I let borrow my flute that never gave it back to me. Is the possibility of demanding her to give me back my flute enough reason to attend? Probably not. We were smack dab in the middle of one of those deep "and this is why you are like that" convos, when Steve came over, interrupting to tell us about Whitney's unfortunate passing. Steve was kind of a strange guy so it was no surprise that his delivery was kind of odd. Du had her hands up to cover the "are you dead serious" face that she was pulling. She later mentioned that she hoped Steve didn't think she was crying. We agreed that like the great Michael Jackson's death, we wouldn't forget where we were when we heard the news about Whitney. When MJ died, I was supervising a middle school field trip to Dorney Park (aka hell) in Pennsylvania. I had Swine flue (dead serious) and my co-worker was pregnant, so we were barely alive ourselves when we received the terrible news. To top it off, the bus broke down on the ride home.
Anyway, here are a couple of my thoughts/memories/whathaveyou regarding Whitney:
- I went to a sleepover in the early '90s where my friends and I had a heated debate over Whitney vs. Mariah. I still sucked my thumb and didn't sleep that night because I was afraid I'd be caught. *Please note, I do not have to worry about such things anymore, thankfully.
- On more than two occasions in the last couple of months I definitely sang along to "I Will Always Love You" as I drove around town. I think I was listening to Bedtime Magic or some crap.
- Who doesn't want to feel the heat with somebody? Oooh-ooh!
Completely off subject, my 22 month old niece is a blues baby. She plays the harmonica and can do more on my guitar than I can. She also likes to attack me, finding much joy in tickling and jumping on me. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
And the Grammys.
- I enjoy: L.L.Cool J, Bruno Mars, Sir Paul (though his latest song is questionable), and Adele very much.
- Coldplay is still pretty boring to me.
- Taylor Swift is terrible.
- Chris Brown. Well, people hate on him big time and understandably so. Beating of the ladies is not cool. At the same time, a lot of people who are "talented" are not necessarily amazing people. Maybe we should have a separate award show for the "nicest" person or perhaps the "the least offensive".
- The word "grammy" is kind of strange, very grandma-like.
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