We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off - Jermaine Stewart
I was at Mohegan Sun casino this weekend and this song came on while I was in the bathroom. Besides having amusing flashbacks of perms, shoulderpads and hammerpanted tuxedos, a whole bunch of people (including my sister and me) spontaneously burst into song. It was instantaneous bonding with strangers and it was fabulous.
Note: Is that the world's biggest beret or is it just me?
Note #2: I love the background singers' moves. I took dance lessons from about 4th grade to 12th and I've totally done some of those.
I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge
Comments