And Damn I'm Free

So I have never been a huge Jason Mraz fan but I cannot get enough of this song. Maybe because it is since he is from San Diego. Perhaps it is because this song makes perfect sense in the SoCal weather. I am sure it has a little to do with how amazingly sugary it is and even as well as that things are good. But I believe most of all the reason is because damn I'm free.

Michelle's Memories

The weekend in NYC that the shopping gods smiled upon us.

Editors Note: Ok so at this point this is a really hard one for me because I am thinking now -- ummm which weekend. I remember the weekend I got the crazy shirt at trash and vaudeville that I still have. I love that insane shirt but think more over I was happy to buy something at that store. I wore it several times to Manray and was quite pleased. There was the weekend that I found the Josie Cotton album - which by the way is framed and hanging in my living room. Or how about all the great stationary I got at Macy's or the terrific cards I got from Shackman's. I remember quite a few hauls from Tower records for the both of us. Then there was the flea market where I splurged and got a souvenir photo set from the 1939 NY World's Fair - which I still regularly thumb through. Of course I still have all the silver rings and fabulous necklaces too. Wow I sound so materialistic and yet my place is so little - although trinkets and treasures are stashed in every imaginable place.

Still Firmly at Number Five

So I saw this picture and it made me think - this is exactly the body that he always wanted and strives for but does not have and moreover tears himself up regularly over not having. I swear I am still concretely at acceptance however I must admit -- although this thought did not make me happy -- it certainly did not make me unhappy. Since it is his life and how he chooses to live, I only thought of his motto -- It is what it is.

With Just Three Days More

I ran across recently a great viedo for Verdi Cries (see the post The Man in 25165). Remebering how great that song is and how much I enjoyed 10,000 Maniacs, I pulled out my copy of In My Tribe and have been swimming in memories since.

God I forgot just how perfect that cd is and just how many times I have played it. All those songs just entering back into my life like terrific friends that have been out of touch for a while.

Nor did I realize just how tied all those memories are to Tom Lagg. It just has been going round and round in my head.

Man I miss him.

Did Tom have his good and bad? You betcha - completely human Tom was and he made no excuses for it and I found that completely admirable.

Am I glossing it over to remember mostly good? You betcha - for real, since Tom has passed away what use would it be not to. Plus there is plently negative in this world - I don't need to add to it by carrying more of it around with me.

Oh man the laughs and good times -- that stupid peachmobile and silly siamese cat -- but really most of all his friendship. I so needed it at the time he came into my life eons ago.

Some of my favorite memories have been our trip to Alantic City with Cindy and Kim Cullivan with the near death tire blow out -- poor Tina getting bonked off the head by one of Tom's dead whippets in the pitch black Myopia Trail -- 4th of July in Virginia Beach -- sleeping out for Madonna tickets and drinking stolen scacremental wine. Laughs and laughs and just more laughs. You were a good friend to me Tom. You did your best and I cannot take that away from you - no one can. So the days do not last forever but the memories always will. You were here Tom and for me and my life - I am completely happy you were.

You Know It is a Great Night When...

It is theoretically impossible to have a bad night when Luis (pictured above -- also see post titled Uno Nuevo Amigo from 04.13.08) says to you, "I want to kiss you but do not want to make you mad". Hello! I am so not a heartbreaker so you can imagine I could do nothing but acquiesce. I will let you fill in the rest of the story - but can assure you that it still will not be as good as the real one :)

Editors Note: Luis of course said the above in Spanish. I liked my Spanish teacher before but now my love for her has grown exponentially.

Battlestations

OMG I finally broke down. This summer is so the summer of the 80's. Human League coming up in August -- Boy George Touring -- Madonna on top of the charts again. Most intriguing is the whole George Michael 25 tour. It is either going to be a train wreck or a life altering moment. To top it all off he is starting the madness right here in America's Finest City, San Diego. I have been so sucked into it all but just would not breakdown and pay the insane price. Alas today I got an email special (not good sign I know) but now I am now going to the show!!!! I can hardly contain myself.

Some Recreation

Meet a guy Sunday night. Handsome, pleasant for sure but moreover remarkably normal. So odd to be impressed by normal but there is something great to be said about normal. Such a silly word though as everyone applies their own reality to the word which renders it meaningless. But truth is as long as you have your own meaning that is the only definition you need. Perhaps just a fun night solely to remind me that the world is good and I am too.

Time will tell... tic tock tic tock.

And I am ok with that.