Aug 7, 2010
"In the pages of blue boy magazine...."
In a few hours I'll be in Biloxi seeing Cyndi Lauper.
Yes, I realize that that sentence would have been so much better if it had been written 25 years ago and we could just have collective amnesia that Biloxi even exists.
But we can't.
So, it is what it is.
I'm going because someone else backed out and there was a ticket free...and ok, what the hell else do I have to do on a Saturday night, right?
I'm just hoping I make it there in one piece. Our fearless driver is a bit too fearless, and ever since my accident a few years ago, I've been more than a bit nervous. I could drive myself, but I think he might see it as an insult not to go ride with everyone else. Anyway, as with the rest of life, I'll grit my teeth and bear it.
Speaking of Cyndi, the other night at karaoke, I killed it on "She Bop".
I'll say this much, karaoke gives you a new respect for singers. Do you know how exhausting it is to sing "she bop" etc, 2000 times?
She was so great in concert. She looks fabulous for her age...hell, any age...and sounds insanely good.