Exactly when the fuck did I get so old that this makes sense to me?
I had a brilliant weekend. I went into the city to see my lover, Dave Matthews. Yes, I know saying you like Dave is like saying you like sunshine, summer or vacation: not incredibly complex. But for me, the love goes deep. And dirty... if he would only take me up on it.
Anyhow, I left the city for the NW suburbs 5+ years ago after living downtown since 1993. Ah, what a life I had. It seems like I have lived 2-3 lifetimes. Some are great, some are shady and some seem like they belong to someone else. That girl was fun.
The buzz of the crowd pressing into Wrigley was amazing.
You know what I thought of the whole damn time?
I saw darling, DARLING young women. Oh, the youth!
Was it that beautiful when it was mine?
I wanted to grab them and tell them not to worry about the little stuff. If he is an ass: leave him. If it is a bikini: wear it. If you want to tour The Far East: hurry up. The outfit a little funky: wear it and rock it.
I am so grateful to be a part of all this.