Quick update on the hair – I’ve been swimming the pool, sweating profusely in this extreme heat, washing it a ton…and it is literally straight. Like, almost too straight. And shiny. and nice. It’s just, so weird. Not that I hated my curly hair…but to have my hair dry straight, quickly, having to do nothing to it? It’s like too much.
Anyway, I’m home for the weekend. Every time I’ve been away for a while, I forget how nice it is here. Gorgeous, lush, plants, flowers, wind, open sky…just so different from NYC. The pool is heaven in this cloying humdity.
My sister and mom are too funny. They are obsessed, and I don’t use that word lightly, obsessed with Adam Lambert. Yep, that guy from American Idol who annouced he was gay via the cover of Rolling Stone magazine. And get this – they even saw the American Idol concert. That’s right, among the screaming 12 year olds, were my mom and sister.
If you knew my mom and sister (and some of you do) you would be as surprised as me to hear about their antics at the concert. My mom is the most private, quiet, nice but shy person you’ll ever meet. My sister is similar…quiet, laid back. Not the type of person who goes CRAZY over some singer dude.
But apparently, at this concert, before Adam comes out, my shy ole mom and sister are screeeaming, clutching each other and yelling for Adam. I’m imagining them jumping up and down, screaming their heads off, singing along to his songs.
I just love it. I was always the person who was obsessed with certain celebrities (ah-hem John Mayer, Brad Pitt, David Duchovny…the list goes on) but this is truly something else. And just, so hilarious. When Adam goes on tour, I need to go with them just to see how they act during it. That will be entertainment enough for me.
Seriously though, I may not have good luck with guys, or have a boyfriend, or a guy who picks up the phone to call me…the list goes on of my fab luck w. the men folk…but I do have a great family. They are easy to be with, really smart, able to have a good conversation…it really is a pleasure. Plus, it’s cool that they know me. Like, my friends know me, but not like my family does. and it’s refreshing. and they like me. I guess after all the guy drama (I mean, not a lot of it, but you know, all the random people that come in and out of my life) it is nice that they are there, and seemingly unchanging.
And some guys like you, but not enough. Or they like you for no real reason, and you kind of wonder why. I know that your family has to love you..but there’s something kind of good about that, you know? Not that I don’t want to be loved, someday, hopefully! by someone who doesn’t have to. But in the meantime, this works.
In other news…this summer is extremely hot. First it rained a lot and now, it’s just hot. Now, I’m a hot weather lover, but it’s getting excessive. Out here in the burbs, it’s much more bearable because of driving in an ACed car, and jumping in the pool…but I mean, the city/Hoboken are kind of unbearable. It’s like all the buildings are trapping the hot air in a most uncomfortable manner. Sigh. I will get through it, but just needed to complain a little.
Tomorrow, hoping to do a little exercise in the morning, and then jump in and out of the pool while drinking homemade strawberry margartitas (ice cream maker, farmstand strawberries ripened by the sun, and they are so red, ice, rum, sugar, ahhhhh).
