,i>Have you shed, nay lost, all maternity?
Yes, I have. Jp, Melinda and I are having a sleepover in Melinda's new wine cellar and we're going to give each other tattoos and Melinda is bringing black leather outfits for us from her merch.
You know , we went to Grease Sunday night and it has given me IDEAS.
Oh oh oh--I have to tell you a Grease story.
The show was the touring company; it was all nice young people and FABIAN. Do you remember FABIAN??? I thought he looked really good-he appeared in a cloud of smoke, dressed all in white, as TEEN ANGEL. The voice is going a little, but it was cool. The boys said, "Who's that old man? What's he doing up there?"
I said, "That 'old man' is the Kurt Cobain of the 60s."
(Do I need to tell you the rude responses about who's been dead longer-Kurt or Fabian- that greeted my rebuke?)
After the show, he stayed on stage and sang some of his own oldies and schmoozed with the audience, which thoroughly disgusted the boys.
"Who out there remembers the 60s? Anyone out there?" Fabian must swill Noni Juice like water.
Ammo is elbowing me. "Mom! Raise your hand! You do!"
"I am NOT going to admit I'm that old. Shut up!"
"Hey! We're still here! We're not getting older ! We're getting----" he waits for the ancient ones to gather what's left of their life force .
"BETTER!" yell all these quavery voices, as they applaud and cheer.
I would have cheered but my neck was really stiff from the opera the night before and I could hardly move. But I waved my glasses.
Anyway, before the show, they invite the audience to come up and dance to the oldies on the stage. CW, who's finished his lessons in Swing, grabbed me. "C'mon, Mom! We can really show them how to do it!"
Well, really, I would have, except that my foot was still black and blue and swollen from the attack of the W&L rocker and I wasn't walking very well, so I begged off. CW, undeterred, is looking all around---suddenly he leaps up, goes over to this really cute girl four rows away and says, "Do you know how to Swing?"
"No", says the girl.
"OK. Do you want to make a fool of yourself with me?"
She looks sat her mother, who shrugs. "Sure." she says, and they go up there and dance. And they're good! I wish I could say they won the dance contest--they didn't. But I was so PROUD of him. I think that was such a really extraordinary thing to do.
When he came back to his seat, Ammo said, "Why'd you do that, Dude?" (Ammo would no more have gotten up on that stage or asked a strange girl to dance than he would have done his own laundry.)
CW answered sententiously, "I don't want to look back and wish I'd done things."
So jp, honey. Bring that tattoo needle right on over here. And M., hand me that bottle of Chardonnay. |
