And My Heart Stood Still

The year was 1977 and I was in the second grade. Yes, I saw Star Wars in the theater later that summer, but before that, and what turned out to be a far more momentous occasion, I went to my first concert.* I'd received tickets in my Easter basket to see Shaun Cassidy! I went with my Mom, my friend Michelle, and her mother, who had been my kindergarden teacher.

I was such a huge Shaun Cassidy fan. I played his albums over and over. I even once wrote a letter to him, which I kissed with some lipstick I snuck from my Mom's makeup (a big no-no!). I could hardly believe that I'd be seeing him sing in person! I don't think I could have imagined then that years later, I'd be living in Los Angeles and would end up sitting right in front of him for a play at a tiny theater!

The show was amazing! At least what little I remember of it. My main memory is that when Shaun's set opened there was a large metal ring on stage, covered with paper. He stood behind it, singing, and we could see his shadow. At some point in the song, he jumped through the paper! Wow! I also remember that all of the members of the opening band wore orange jumpsuits. I called my Mom this evening to see if she had any other memories of the event, but she doesn't. All I know is that it was good. And there were no stupid boys involved.

*This is where E shakes his head and marvels how anything could supersede the greatness of seeing Star Wars.

Things I Don't Understand

Brandon Flowers' new look. I liked him with makeup, when he was glam. What is he now? Dork cowboy? Not that I have anything against dorks. I think it's the goofy mustache that I find really unappealing.

An anonymous comment I received today. "Your Gay" was all it said. My gay what? Please finish your thought or at least use proper grammar.

The practically unremitting headache I've had for the past two days. Ugh!

Baby You Can Drive My Car

I understand that lots of people have their sob stories. Hey, I have a few of my own too. Not the least of which is the fact that I bought a new car a couple of weeks ago and I really need to recoup the down payment I made on it as soon as possible. So, please won't someone buy my old car?

I'm so sorry, but no, I cannot put you on a monthly payment plan. It's a nice idea, but I'm not set up to operate as a bank.

Also, I understand there's traffic (Hello! We live in Southern California, remember?), but I left work early today, which you knew I had to do, and paid to get the car washed so you could come see it. But I am desperate and therefore will inconvenience myself again for you later this week.

If you drove the car over a week ago and decided you don't want it, that it fine. Even though you seemed very, very interested, I understand. Just please tell me and stop stringing me along.

I will be so happy when this aggravation is finally over.