Edit: I want to add that this post was saved as a draft a few days ago and I just hit “publish” on it so it wasn’t sitting in my folder. I’ve been reading the news closely and I’m very moved by the Ukrainian resistance. This dress shit doesn’t matter at all, and I know it.
My mother raised me on Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Janis Joplin, and - incongruously - the smooth elevator jazz of the Manhattan Transfer. In high school it gave my peers whiplash when my mix tapes would switch from Immigrant Song and Iron Man to Java Jive, and this jarring uncoolness contributed to the loss of at least one boyfriend.
I LOVE COFFEE I LOVE TEA I LOVE THE JAVA JIVE AND IT LOVES ME
They were the rogue skittle in my bowl of ‘70s rock M&Ms. I haven’t listened to them in a long time, but I still break into falsetto when it’s time to embarrass my kids.
So when my mother texted me to say the Manhatten Transfer would be performing at a jazz club in Waikiki this weekend, I said heck yeah I'd go with her. Bought a dress and some high heeled shoes and everything.
And then, of course, the band got Covid, so the show is off. Took some selfies in the dang dress anyway. Did not fall off the piano bench trying to get a full shot in heels, but do not recommend.
Bought the dress in black so I could wear it again to family funerals, because that is the kind of fun-minded party-goer I am.
My kids said I looked like a real mom. My orthopedic boots demanded an apology.
Whoa, sister, you are quite a dish! Sorry your concert got cancelled, this covid shit has just got to stop closing down our fun. At least you got a sharp looking frock and girl shoes. And you look smashing!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Linda Sue.
ReplyDeleteSorry the Concert cancelled but the little black dress you totally rocked... glad you didn't fall off the Piano Bench either... explaining that at the ER would be embarrassing.
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