(Unfortunately the only photo evidence I have of this encounter died with the harddrive it was on years ago, as it was pre-smartphone technology.)
It is 9:30 in the morning and I’m on an Alaska Air flight from San Diego to Seattle with my aunt. Shortly after we take off, I notice that one of the flight attendants is bringing First Class goods back into the regular cabin. (My aunt and I are sitting in the third row back.) After the third total giggle fit, I look up and notice her smiling and flirting with a group of gentlemen—one of which looks insanely familiar. The flight attendant asks if they need drinks, and I hear the familiar-looking guy say, “Do you have any Courvoisier, sweetheart?” (I SWEAR TO YOU I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP). And that’s when I realize it. Holycrap. Is that? I think it is. THAT! Is! Morris! Day!
I turn to my aunt to whisper this exciting news, but of course, she doesn’t know who the hell I’m talking about it. Trying to keep it cool, so under my breath I’m like, “Morris Day! And the Time! You know, The Time? Jungle Love? The Oak Tree?? THE BIRD??? The motherfucking TIME. How do you not know this?” Continue reading
I look stoned here, but I assure you it was just the 90s.
Oh man. I came across some tucked away my wedding photos the other day and I all I could think of was how IMPOSSIBLY young I look. How fucking naïve my face is, and how miserable I know I was that day. And then, immediately following that, how I wish I could go back and tell that Amie not to do it. To skip out before we went through with it. To leave when my mom asked me if I wanted to back out.
Anything. Everything. To stop me from taking that leap. But, I did it. I went through with the traditional vows and had my first dance and watched all my friends and family be merry and get drunk and congratulate us.
Your past is part of makes you who you are. But I think it’s REALLY important to recognize that it doesn’t need to define you for the rest of your life.
Did I make a mistake marrying that guy? Probably. Did I know it at the time? I think I recognized on the honeymoon that it probably wasn’t the brightest idea I had, and I know for sure I stayed with him wayyyy longer than I should have because I didn’t want to branded a “failure”, but honestly, on that day? I convinced myself that I thought I was doing the right thing. Continue reading
Look, I’m definitely not an “expecting diamonds and chocolates and roses” kind of girl, but I also don’t understand people’s burning, seething hatred of today. Guess what? ALL major holidays are too commercial and overrun with consumerism! Also, don’t begrudge the people who love celebrating their love with some romantic times. Yes, they should celebrate it every day, but if they don’t, people get busy and caught up in life stuff, and today reminds them that they should (also, how do you know that they don’t?).
My dad was always big on showing the love on Valentine’s Day – he usually picked out a sappy card for me and one for mom, and stopped to get some boxed chocolates for all of us to share on the way home from work. He STILL calls me every Valentine’s Day, which I think is the cutest. thing. ever. So I continue to think of today as more of a reminder to tell everyone I love that I’m thinking about them, and less about receiving or giving fancy gifts. That said, if someone I’m in a relationship with wants to spoil me with love notes and rose petals and mix CDS, I’m not gonna complain about it. Conversely, when I’ve been single on Valentine’s Day I’ve always spent it watching horror movies and eating pizza with girlfriends. And I like both things equally! Who knew?
Also, I said it earlier on Facebook, but one of my favorite people was born on February 14th, so it’s impossible to hate it.
In related news, The Oatmeal has said everything about Valentine’s Day that needs to be said, ever. Which means…I probably didn’t need to write this. Oops!