This week I give you some of my favorite dance songs of the 80’s in the new wave vibe.
When first we met I was young, too young to know better, too young to care. I loved the ritual involved, the burn, the salt and lime taste. You were cheap but I held my own, you didn’t make me sick.
When next we met I was a little older, a little more worldly and had learned some about you. The ritual still held the same fascination and you were soon my shot of choice. Others feared you but not me.
When next we met it was my birthday, a friend gave me a large bottle of ‘the good stuff’. You were shared with the crowd, consumed in one glorious evening. You were always welcome.
When next we met I was older, wiser, and enjoyed you sparingly. My tastes more refined but still festive. You still never made me suffer the way you did others, I loved you for that.
When later we met I cooked with you. Your flavor adding so much to grilled chicken and mixed into drinks I loved. I joked that after all these years you were still part of my festivities. My old friend.
The last time we met I was in your birthplace, Jalisco, Mexico. I toured factories and watched you being made. I learned about the process, the grading and about your proud history. I found some marvelous versions to sip, that no lime or salt is needed for the good stuff. I began to think of myself as a connoisseur rather than simply an enthusiast. We have come full circle my friend, from novice to master. Thank you for your wonderful (if fuzzy) memories.
If we were having coffee right now… I’d tell you that we’re going to a High School Football game to watch my nephew play in the band. He may look exactly like my brother but his interests and talents are less jock and more nerd. I love this kid so much. He’s growing up so fast!
If we were having coffee right now… We would have to talk about the lunatics in the Republican party. Sure I usually disagree with most of their party platform but this year, lord, this year it’s just nuts. With a self-aggrandizing delusional reality TV star as the front runner?! I don’t have to agree with all American’s to at least see where they are coming from, but seriously… Trump? This is well beyond race baiting and being sick of politicians. This is scary.
If we were having coffee right now… I’d tell you I’m about two weeks away from a family vacation. My parents just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary so what better time to get everyone together for a week in a confined space? It should be interesting.
If we were having coffee right now… I’d tell you about my cousin’s suicide and how strangely and deeply it upset my brother and how I hope to re-connect with him on our trip. How worried I am for him.
If we were having coffee right now… I’d thank you for having coffee with me with all this crazy shit going on in my life and for offering a sympathetic ear. My friends are really the best.
Yesterday for Writing 101 we were charged with writing a letter. It came at a perfect moment as I had just found a letter to me from my ex. It inspired a very raw (and thankfully short) blog post. It had me in a bit of a funk, then prepping for today’s DYAO feature it gave me a theme. So today, the Dance Your Ass Off feature is dedicated to those songs who help you get off the couch/bed/floor, get past your heartache and break up and start to live again.
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I found a letter you wrote me, pressed inside the pages of an old notebook. It’s been so long I don’t exactly remember when it was written. You spoke of missing me while I was out of town, excitement at seeing me when I was due home that night and then a list. A list of the things you loved about me.
Loved. Past tense.
Reading the list makes my throat clench and blurs my vision with hot angry tears. You loved me, you loved me this much and still we destroyed it. I destroyed it. I’m so sorry.
You will never see this, our worlds rarely brush against each other, we’re very careful to avoid that. If I ever loved you I can prove it by letting you go, hoping for your happiness, owning my responsibility and swallowing my sadness. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss you though, because I do. Terribly.
I have a few quotes scattered around the house, some on refrigerator magnets, others scrawled on post-it’s stuck to my idea board. A good quote can motivate or make you think or crack a smile.
I love this quote from Dr. Seuss; the originator of letting your freak flag fly. It was okay to be different in a Seuss world. The quote’s a reminder to simply true to yourself. The perfect personal statement.
A wonderful suggestion to leave your baggage at the door. To let a bad day go, to learn the life lesson offered and move on. It’s certainly harder in practice, but essential to mental and spiritual health. I know someone who can’t let go, who can’t get past the past, and every slight, every unfulfilled wish becomes something so much larger and ominous to him. Sometimes it’s exhausting to be his friend. I want to just throw my hands in the air and give up.
This week I’m dedicating these tunes to my uncle who taught me the dances and danced with me around the house to these songs.
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Being a parent is hard. Sure it’s rewarding but it sucks too. Being the parent of an adopted child is even harder. I’m not saying it’s not worth it, I’m just reminding you that as tough as it was to realize you can’t have children and all the heartache and drama you went through with that, your adopted child needs a clean slate from all of your past baggage.They will require more patience and understanding than you were prepared for. Make sure you’re up to the task.