Ever since the Countess went on her first date with the Count to a Stones Concert I have been convinced that the key to youth is seeing the Rolling Stones every several years. I will be at their concert in New York. No way will I miss that. One major problem with that. Didn't see a concert in New York or New Jersey listed. Better be an oversight.
If anybody wants to hear the story about how my father kept me from meeting the Stones not once but at least three times, I will tell it. He thought that a father's job included protecting his daughter from ever coming within five feet of Mick Jagger.
I was upset when I was seventeen but could understand it. However when I was 20 something, he still thought it cute. Not!
In the department of making me feel ancient: Today is Stevie Wonder's 55th birthday. I happen to know that more than a few of you remember when he was called: "Little Stevie Wonder," and will always remember "Fingertips: Part Two."
Just looked it up--was only called "Fingertips," but what happened to Part Two. For that matter was there ever a "Fingertips: Part One?" Just a question to ponder.
Some people might notice that my mood is considerably better than it has been recently. Only six more Grand Jury Duty days!!!!!
My faith in Mankind has been restored. No not thinking about justice or anything dealing with anything legal or serious.
There are some seriously nice guys sitting around me: Rico, who I've already mentioned, the personal trainer who is just the sweetest person around. He looks like a much better looking Carlos Leon (father of Madonna's daughter, Lourdes) and is always offering me food and vitamins. Then of course there's Bob Newhart's much younger twin brother--and a few other really nice guys who are really friendly, and make those three tortured hours a bit more palatable.
I was in an awkward social situation the other night where I had to make up a boyfriend very quickly and very in depth. Used the personal trainer because I could honestly say we're together in very tight quarters often. Did imbue him with Rico's name and personal charm. It feels great to be back to making up boyfriends! Not that I do it to make me great, but sometimes it stops a potentially awkward situation dead in its tracks. Yes I should be at an age where I don't need to do this because I'm so secure--but I would rather have somebody make up a girlfriend than toy with me all evening.
Slept for about an hour last night so I'm pretty giddy and sleep deprived. Better stop before I spill my guts and say that last Saturday night's dream...well, I would never put him in the made up boyfriend category. Won't jinx a definite almost certain possibility.
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