Reliving the days my youth

Do you ever get that feeling that death is creeping up on you ? Welcome to my hell. Actually on most days the constant thought of death makes me as giddy as a schoolgirl. For whatever reason Suezilla: the gatekeeper to hell is out of the office for the rest of the week. Thank God for small miracles. Believe me, I am two minutes away from going postal in this bitch on any given day. If you haven't heard by now,Marnie & I are in the middle of trying to refinance the house.So that means that I have to continue to work here until we go to settlement. As our mortgage broker Tina has nicely put it,."Laila, the day after we go to settlement you can go in and tell them to kiss your big black ass." Tina is just hoping that I don't flake out on her and fuck up her commission. She knows me pretty well at this point. She used to work for my old attorney. She is aware of the possibilities when it comes to dealing with me. We also started the paperwork to refinance back in October. But we are off to see the wizard and there is no turning back. So everyone wish me luck and think happy thoughts.....
It's that time of year again, when your favorite bands go on tour. Yes the summer concert season has begun. It is my goal to see as many GOOD shows as I can this summer. Last summer wasn't that great,but hopefully this year will make up for that. This past weekend, was my official kick off for the season.
My best girlfriend Brigitte, her husband Seth and I traveled up to Wilkes-Barre, Pa to see Duran Duran. I've known Brigitte and her sister Lisa since highschool, in fact we celebrated our 20th anniversary last year at Sabatino's and then we proceeded to drink our way through Fells Point.It was a good time had by all. One of the reasons we've been friends for so long, is that we have the same taste in music and beer. My dad once said " Good music is good music no matter who plays it."And I have always lived by that rule.Too bad everyone doesn't subscribe to that theory. I think that having attended private school, opened me up to a world of possiblilies that I might have never experienced otherwise. Especially our eclectic taste in music. Our music collections includes everything from Abba to Zeppelin and everything else in between. But when it's all said and done, Brigitte and I are Anglophiles. We love all things British. Let's just put it this way; When Princess Diana was killed, I took to my bed for a week. Sorry, I need a moment. Talk amongst yourselves.
We grew up in the 80's, during the height of the British Pop Invasion. We absolutely adored bands like Duran Duran and Go West, while other teenaged girls in our neighborhood dreamed of Prince and New Edition. Mom & Marnie couldn't understand why I didn't have pictures of Michael Jackson on my walls instead of men who looked more like white women.
Isn't it ironic;don't ya think... Brigitte and I saw Duran Duran perform about 10 years ago. But this is the first time in over a decade that the original quintet has perform together. I have to admit that I wasn't as excited about it as Brigitte was ,but I was looking forward to the show. I was just so happy not to have to drive. I was out with Brigitte and her sister Lisa the night before and I was the only one without a massive hangover. One because I was the designated driver,and I was smart enough to stay away from the Ouzo.I wonder if Lisa ever found her glasses?
Anyhoo, after what seemed to be an eternity,we finally made it to Wilkes-Barre for the show. As we sat in the car people watching, I noticed something. Everyone was old; Except for us ,of course. And almost every man was gay. Seth wanted it noted that he and a rest the other straight men were there just to drive their wives and girlfriends. Now that the Seth disclaimer is out of the way. He's an attorney,we have to humor him,he keeps us out of jail.
Back when we were young girls,it never occurred to us that Duran Duran's fan base included boys. All we knew is that they were cute and we would more than willingly give our virginity to any member of the band just for the asking.
Come on, who wouldn't have sex with John Taylor or Simon LeBon,trade make secrets with Nick Rhodes. Or just be a back up singer with the band. I guess whether your a boy or a girl fan,our fantasies were all the same.
So to make a long story short,the show was incredible. Seth got us great fucking seats. We happened to be seated right infront of a group of fabulous gay guys,who took their job of fashion police very seriously. They made it a point of pointing out every fashion faux paus in the building. It was just like being sixteen all over again. Singing and dancing with your favorite band while they played all of your favorite songs. And yes I remember almost all of the words. Best of all , I'm old enough to finally have sex with the band. I hear they are coming to Baltimore in July. I'm ready. I hope they are.
Laila

Damn New Technology

I have such a bad memory (Thank you u pot). I constantly have to be reminded of important things,especially dates.So with the advent of the computer;came online calendars.And this kiddies,has helped me save face on quite a few occasions over the past few years. My calendar is set to send me an email,seven ,three and the day of an event. So now I only rarely forget birthdays and other important events. So the other day when I was online, I received the customary pre-birthday email to remind me the feeble-minded to send out a birthday card. Oh shit!
His name was Dylan, and I thought that I had gotten rid of all evidence of him. I forgot to remove this birthday from my online calendar.Well, I quickly resolved that problem. But it's too late. The email forced me to remember everything the good,the bad, and all the drama. Just when I was content with the fact that he was out of my system, or was he? Well if he is truly out of my system, then why do I still have our pictures hidden at the bottom of my nightstand? And why, do I still want to call him, just to say Happy Birthday ? What the hell is wrong with me? I've told you that I read a few self help books. Exorcising your Ex, How to spot a bastard by his star sign, And the best of the best. He's just not that intoYou. After all I am the Bookstore Diva. I know what your thinking. Oh no,not again. Do we have to hear the Ballad of Laila & Dylan again? Well pipe down out there in the peanut gallery, not everyone has heard the story. And if you have, get over it, this my blog remember. Your an invited guest. It's not nice to annoy the hostess. Didn't your mother teach you anything ? Everyone's a critic. Jeez.
I believe that there have been three men that have shaped my love life. My father, my ex-husband, and Dylan.
Most women, for some unknow reason to them;tend to go after men like their fathers,whether they realize it or not. Believe me, it was not my intention on marrying a man like my father, in fact I was going for the opposite.
I once told my dad, that having been born into this family,that I was destined for a 12 step program. Who knew?
One of the things I've learned is that I am what is called a "care-taker". I want to save the world, and fix everyone's problems. All except my own. I call it the Mother Theresa complex.Yes, I am bucking for sainthood.
Saint Laila does have a nice ring to it. I've even gotten at least one miracle under my belt. More will be revealed.
I met Jason during my junior year of college. And no, I didn't know that he and Justin were related. We were taking the same class and we ended up being in a study group together. When I looked at him, there was something familiar about him.But I just couldn't put my finger on it. Duh! Anyhoo, He was dating this supermodel in training. And believe me, she had the life style down to a science, but was as dumb as a bag of rocks. Beautiful girl,but she was an absolute mess.She ended up flunking out school and eventually was shipped off to rehab by her parents.That's how Jason and I became friends,basically he needed a shoulder to cry on. I caught him on the rebound. I once asked Jason,why did he asked me to marry him ? He said, "it's because you are intelligent, and you would be a good wife,someone who would be faithful no matter what". Can you tell that I suffered from horrible low self esteem.
I was always a fat girl. I pretended that most things didn't bother me. But they really did. So early on, I had decided that I would be like a duck and let it all roll off my back. I didn't date much. Now granted, I'm not butt-ugly. But I have never been comfortable with my appearance as with most women. Just in case you wanted to know. I married the first cute guy that asked.
I do have standards ; ugly is hard on the eyes.
If there were two people that were not suppose to be together, it was Jason and I. Were weren't even oil & water. We were ammonia and bleach, yes the combination seems good, but the fumes could also kill you.
Part of the problem was that we both underestimated each other. I guess, it's the same in any relationship.
He thought that I was going to be subservient,and I thought that he wasn't that big of an ASSHOLE. We were both wrong. Ladies take note, If you think that you have found Prince Charming, but everyone else around you sees a toad. It's time for an eye exam. My father hated him from day one. Daddy & Uncle Chili made it very clear that if he ever hurt me,that he would meet with an unfortunate accident. Luckily, for Jason,I never had to call in the troops. I did my own dirty work. My theory is this, If I'm going to jail for something,it will be for something I actually did. Not for something someone else fucked up. Not that I don't trust Uncle Chili's handy work, I mean he did escape from the pentitentary and lived on the outside for a long time. But he eventually was caught again. This where the irony comes in to play. I married into a family even worst than my own. Jason's mother Isabella,was absolutely insane.And she hated me as much as my father hated him. As you can tell our holiday gatherings were a hoot.(Yes,I said hoot).
Some of you may know of a certain "little" problem that I have with members of a certain ethnic group. I find prejudice to be such an ugly word. But I'm not fond of Mexicans. There I said it. There are people who hate Black people, there are people hate Koreans. I just happen to hate Mexicans for no reason at all. In fact, if I don't like you personally,then your automatically a Mexican. As far as I'm concerned. It's part of my psychosis, Let's move on. Marrying into the Martinez family made my dysfuntional family seem almost normal. And believe that was no easy task. And after living with these people you would understand why,there is no love for the Mexicans. By the way, they are actuallyPuerto Ricans; same thing as far as I'm concerned.
Well more about those simple-assed Mexicans later. Hey I just realized that I forgot about Dylan. We can talk about him another time.

Laila