Who brought in the Dark Roast? Whoever you are: God Bless You.
You’ll have to forgive the Queen for being a little groggy.
After our fabulous trip to Ocean City, MD and Chincoteague, VA, I went back up the coast to Happy Hour at the Blue Moon in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.
For the record: you should never follow several Long Island Ice Teas with vodka martinis.
Look What They’ve Done To My Song, Ma
Had a BLAST with you Miss Things who were able to come along for the Brunch. Maybe next week I will bust into my 401K and spring for something exotic. Ooooh, I hear a bunch of you Divas admonishing me for even thinking such a thing. The Queen is horribly immature when it comes to money issues–something I am working on as I write. And it seems that George Zimmerman and his wife are as well. Which brings us to another installment of:
What happens in our lives that changes us from the non-judgmental little people we once were, into the jaded, guarded (sometimes bitter) people we become? It’s the starting point for all great dramas. Exploring that crossroads–be it the toy you never got or finding out that Santa is not the person you thought he was–we all discover that at some point (in fact many points in our lives), all of our songs are changed. Melanie’s anthem immediately popped into my head.
It pisses me off that I find George Zimmerman hot (especially in his huskier incarnation). It bothers me that I can find someone who is getting caught again and again in discrepancy after discrepancy even remotely attractive. Until I remember that this is only one act in his life. A heinous act, to put it mildly, but only one moment that fits into the puzzle of who he is. I certainly don’t want to be defined simply by the poor choices I’ve made. Hell, I don’t want to be defined simply by the positive ones. I want my legacy to be reflected in the perfect soul that I am meant to be. Which is so often reflected in the young people I’ve had the blessing to work with and to know. When I hear about another crappy thing this guy did, I want to focus on the beautiful little boy he used to be.
And I will not forget that another beautiful boy had to die in order for us to have this conversation.