Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys passed away the other day. I had probably a high amount of debauchery during my time of listening to them heavily. Beastie Boys = Fun and Debauchery. They were off saving Tibet and I was using their music to get drunk to. Or as answering machine greetings ("Phone is ringin'..Oh my God....). I recall being at a Christmas party that lasted a whole weekend. I drank like a 25 year old Irish girl. I think Sure Shot came on and I tore off to throw myself on the dance floor as if I were the main event. I twirled in this black velvet dress that was rising up and up with velocity. My wavy blonde hair was highlighted by the dance floor lights. Supa Stah!!!!
I'd be really embarrassed to remember this (somehow) but everyone else there was trashed so it sort of evened itself out.
Yes, I still love hearing the Beastie Boys. Good times.
FLIP and I are in our holding pattern of weekday tension that lasts until about Friday, when we then seem to get along better and have a fun time together here and there. Monday shows up with some unwanted sudden and false revelation that FLIP has and there is no talking him off the ledge. Unless you want to apologize over and over again, be sure to say "I was so wrong, I'm sorry for what I put you through with my Terribleness" and then erect a statue in his honor. It may just make things better by Thursday morning. I used to be more than happy to apologize for things that humans are not even capable of causing, just to end fights. Now I simply won't do it unless I know that I've actually done something and am not simply moving my naive pawn to the manipulative script that tends to play out.
I simply ignore all the bad emails that come my way and send back nice ones and hope that the boogeyman gets tired of the word, Boo!
