R.I.P Lou Reed. I have to admit to being a late comer to his music. Growing up in northern Michigan with one f.m. radio station, severely limited my exposure. Later on his distinctive voice and style made it easy to recognize his music. I actually read more about his life in bits and pieces as much as listening to him. I have always been curious about 'all things New York' (plan to visit the city soon!) and Lou's face and style seem to typify that feeling. He was cooler than cool. I am surprised that he lived as long as he did given his crazy lifestyle-and surviving a liver transplant.
So how is it that at my age, with relative good health, am I such a wuss? Saturday night, dressed up in skunk costume and my comrade trussed up in her peacock outfit, hit a friends annual Halloween bash. Never disappointed, the party had many characters, wonderful food, and the most awesome decorations ever. The 'punch' was flowing and a good time was had by all.
Why, then, at 12:30 am I hedging for the door? Yawning even. Now this is getting ridiculous. We had plans for an early tailgating party before the Lions game on Sunday, and I knew I would be dragging ass if I didn't get some sleep. Soon. So like a skunky Cinderella, I hauled my cookies home to go to bed. Lame, I know, but I just can't seem to cut it anymore!
Sunday morning came too soon, and I groaned as I got up and got into gear for the next round of festivities. The invite only party found me charging to the bar for a quick screwdriver in hopes of a wake up and attitude adjustment. The nice chef made my omelet custom ordered and to perfection. More screwdrivers came next. Me and my gang trudged down to Ford Field with anticipation and hope. Anticipation of a long game and hope that we could cut out early.
With one minute left on the clock, us chickie's persuaded the guys to leave (finally!) early. And don't you just know it, our team pulled off whatever they needed to do to come from behind and win the game. I was too tired to barely care. I was exhausted and the couch was calling my name.
Late night and early mornings just don't work for me anymore. I have seriously fell into the routine of a Florida retiree-party time starts and four and ends at 10, not the other way around!!
So much for my 'Walk on the Wild Side'. xo