What a great weekend!
Many years ago when I was a young lassie, I was really into what was then called "New Music" - it was the late 80's early 90's and I lived in a college town that has a great radio station and a pretty healthy music scene. Violent Femmes, Depeche Mode, Nine Inch Nails, Ministry, The Cure, The Smiths, Fear, Sisters of Mercy, Joy Division, Siouxsie and the Banshees, B-52's, Public Image Ltd., Erasure. This was right on the edge of grunge and raves. Every Wednesday night there was a dance party just for us at this bar/club that 6 days a week was what we considered a "guido" bar -- Members Only jackets and House music. I've watched Jersey Shore, and this club called "City Limits" looks just like Karma on the inside. Wednesday night was New Music Night, though. Lots of the DJs from the college radio station would get in the booth and make it impossible to leave the dance floor with one amazing song after the other. They'd reach back into the New Wave stuff and also play Nirvana (I actually saw Nirvana in a bar in New Haven CT for $6 a few months before they blew up). They had dollar drinks and the same people went every single week - people whose names I never knew but whose faces would be as flushed as mine from dancing for hours.
We wore cut off shorts with black fishnets and combat boots and overly large hoop earrings and a ton of black eyeliner and Revlon "Blackberry" lipstick with super pale faces and no blush. I guess you could say were were kind of goth but not really, because most of us weren't depressed or were obsessed with death (although there was that ONE chick who drove a hearse). Plus things like "goth" or "emo" weren't even THINGS. We just wore what Shakespeare's Sister or Concrete Blonde wore.
The bar closed in 1992 and reopened as a "Gentleman's Club" -- we promptly called it "Titty Limits" but soon enough I'd move to New York City and we'd all grow up and get jobs, get married, have kids, become high school English teachers or get sober. However, most of us still love the music that really defined our early 20s.
Last year, someone wanted to create a fundraiser for an arts center in the town next to mine and got in touch with one of the old DJs from New Music Night and chose to have it the Wednesday before Thanksgiving - which was always the best night of the year because all the freaks from high school who didn't go to college in Danbury would come home for the holiday and come out to New Music Night. Much to everybody's surprise, it was a HUGE hit. The bar that held the fundraiser was PACKED. I saw people I hadn't seen in 20 years, it was so joyful and fun for me to remember that underneath this Mom, International Logistics Coordinator, Girlfriend, Daughter, Responsible Member of Society I'm still the same freak that needs to dance until all the rage is gone.
My poor fella - he was a pretty major Dead Head around that same time period, he never went to this dance party, and when I brought him to the fundraiser he was sort of baffled and a little afraid. I guess he'd never seen "goth" dancing before (which truly is a lot like Dead Head dancing). I have seen a few Dead shows in my day, too. I like to joke around that I live on the corner of Shakedown and Fascination Street.
The new bar decided that it was profitable for them to offer this dance night again - this time it's every other month, because we're all old and need days to recover from staying out until 3. This is what I did on Friday night. The next one isn't until July and I can't wait.
I left the boyfriend home and met up with a bunch of my friends from that era - one of them drove almost 2 hours to be there. It was funny how we've all changed but not really. We were still dancing kind of like this, even my friend that's an ordained Buddhist priest:
So yes, I danced for about 3 or 4 hours straight, went to an all night diner, still stayed in my calorie range, and laughed so hard it hurt. I needed to recharge my batteries like this.
Saturday the boys had a gig at the local coffeehouse -- they were fantastic. While they were playing, I had an iced cappuccino and my cookbook and calendar and planned my meals for the week - FINALLY. I like knowing exactly what I'm going to be making and that we have all the ingredients. I can't wait to see if it really does make it easier to stay on track with my calorie range and of course, the financial benefits of not having to order pizza because I forgot to defrost something.
I'm a little bummed that I didn't make my Frolicking Summer Goddess goal for Beauty Inside Out Day, but I'm DOWN and that's all that matters to me - just want that needle going in the right direction.
Mother's Day was hectic - we visited Randy's mother and my mother and then Randy decided HE was cooking me a Mother's Day dinner, which was very nice.
I may have mentioned it in a previous blog, maybe not - but I met Randy and the boys about 10 years ago about a year after they lost their wife/Mother. Randy and I were in a community theater production of Godspell and decided to start playing music together. One thing led to another, I fell in love with all three of them and 9 years later they are my heart and soul. The boys were 6 and 8 when I met them, this month they turn 16 and 18. Yesterday I told them both that I was so grateful and honored to be their mother figure and that I couldn't have picked a better family for myself if I TRIED - I mean, long haired musicians who love Monty Python? Where would I find that? I thanked them for making me a mother - especially after I found out that I am infertile due to PCOS and would have to jump through medical hoops to try to conceive my own child - I have all the children I need in them. My favorite thing was their response - Tyler, the more vocal of the two said, "We could have done WAY worse than you." while his brother just silently nodded his head. You don't know them, but they basically handed me their heart on a silver platter.
I'm a blessed and lucky girl.