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“Bulldogs rule” already broke the news that I may have persuaded her to see a certain rock legend!!!!!

Yes, it’s true. Much to the “dismay” of my BF (who may happen to know “some guy called me“), my bff from junior high (yep, it’s bulldogs) and I are going to see George Michael, the man, the legend himself at the Verizon Center in July. The concert we were meant to go some 20 years ago! In jr. high, we LOVED him — and, blush, I believe I may have argued (passionately) that he was SO not gay. “Look at the ‘I want you sex video! He’s so clearrrrrrlllly into that androgynous asexual boy woman.” In 8th grade, she  taped the “Edge of Heaven” album for me, photocopying the cassette art and coloring it in with colored pencils! (see anti-music-piracy peeps, you can’t be mad at a little girl coloring in a cassette case for her friend, can you?)

We listened to every Wham! album backwards/forwards/inside out. We (eek) carried along that colored-in cassette to the limo that carried us to our senior prom.  We made each other mixes to take to college featuring a heavy dose of all GM’s best.

So when I first heard the rumors that he was touring (alas sans one Andrew Ridgely and, at that point, albeit in Europe) I KNEW we had to go.  And go we shall! See you there. We’ll be the ones fighting to be the “backstage girls!”

Oh, and lest you feel too bad for “that guy named me,” fear not: he gets to go Duran Duran in May and the summer concert series is young! If that doesn’t assuage your concern for his well-being, consider this: we also went to Asia  (all four members!) at the Birchmere a few weeks ago. I wasn’t the one who found that one.

These quotes and phrases came to me courtesy of the Arlington Library Book Sale book bin. My new favorite spot: the box of “gift books”: quote books, guides, dictionaries, translations. Best of all, they’re all thrown randomly together. From this collection on this trip, I gleaned the following lines, poems all:

“The wind and the cherry blossom can never be good friends.” – Guy A. Zona, Even Withered Trees Give Prosperity to the Mountain and other Proverbs of Japan.

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I sat next to a six-year-old on the Metro today. On the way to a Nats game, complete with red cap and baseball glove. and gameboy, of course.

His parents were in the row behind us though I didn’t see them at first and he didn’t seem to be paying them much mind, just chattering away in one long continuous sentence.

“Are you going to the game??” I told him I wasn’t and he looked puzzled, as though it hadn’t occurred to him that the train went anywhere else. “It’s at the new park!!! That’s where we’re going!!!!”

Then he started explaining his pokemon game and how he was at level 17. I, of course, understood not a word and said I doubted I could get to level 2. “Oh no, you could! Level one is really easy. REALLY easy.” He continued playing and showing me things I didn’t understand in the game, though I was glad I had at least heard of pokemon.

When I got off the train, I told him to have fun, that I hoped he caught a fly ball. “Me too!” he said. “And also, I am pretty good at Pokemon, like a lot better than a lot of kids.”

As I stepped out of the train, I heard him calling “You’d be good, too! I can tell those things!”

He had me believing.