And in this humble instance, gang, I am talking about my own!!
Legs, that is.
If you’re on Instagram, like me, perhaps you are bombarded with ads for BetaBrand Dress Yoga Pants. A couple months ago, I bought a pair of them, because I do yoga, and I also liked how the pants looked in the ad.
Gang, I would never do yoga in these pants! They are just too fucking sexy. They fit like a glove – if you wear gloves all over your legs, I guess. But, seriously, they fit like nobody’s business. I bought a specific style that they don’t seem to sell anymore but they really slide on like a second skin.
My legs are really long to begin with, but these yoga pants make my legs look about 12 feet long. And I bought the boot cut so that I could wear my new (vegan-friendly) cowboy boots with them, and those have a 3-inch stacked heel. I am over 6 feet tall when I wear those boots. So the combined effect of the boots and the pants are just ridiculous. And I mean that in the best possible way. I look like nothing but long, skinny legs, towering over everybody.
Long story short, this is what I was wearing when I went to the Honda Dealership yesterday and it was un-fucking-believable. There are 2 female employees there and about 50 guys. And I think every single one of those guys came into my field of vision yesterday. And I’ve been going there twice a year for 3 years already. Never have I had such attentive service, even when I was there the first day, giving them thousands of dollars in cash. Good to know that long skinny legs still trump hard cold cash. (You know, I wonder, if I’d gone into that sales rep’s little office yesterday, closed the door, called him ‘honey’ and asked him real quietly if I could have some of my cold hard cash back – I wonder what he would have said??!! Perhaps something like, “I’ll try my best to arrange it” ??)
From there, it was off to that journey deeper into the country to go pick up the little clay imprint of Daddycakes’ paw from the vet. What an incredible drive it was.
It was drizzling rain, but still spring, you know, so all the trees everywhere were either in full blossom or that incredible shade of green. I decided to go the back route the whole way. It took me right through the town where the huge lake is, which, in summertime, is a town just insanely exploding with boats and flip-flops and cut-offs and muscle cars and booze and weed and music and hormones.
Yesterday it couldn’t have been more quiet, or more lovely in its springtime stuff and its drizzling rain. I didn’t see a single other person as I drove through the town. All the little shops and cafes and bars and churches technically open for business, but not a soul was there. And once you drive through the town, it becomes just a winding road through empty cornfields and nothing but sky.
I was playing Jesus of the Moon again, over and over (see yesterday’s post) because the groove just fit. It was all too perfect. Even though the mission I was on was bittersweet – the last time I was out there at that vet’s office, Daddycakes was still alive, though barely. It was still just an awe-inspiring day.
And then I spent the evening working on Blessed By Light and got some really good writing done.
Today Is May 1st, which was not only Elvis’s Wedding Day but mine, as well!! In fact, we got married on May 1st in honor of Elvis and we went to Memphis on our honeymoon. That box of matches featured above is my treasured souvenir from Graceland – even though, by the time we got there that day, the last tour had already left and so we didn’t get to go inside. Got all the way to Graceland, finally, and stood in front of a locked gate!! But what a fine gate it was, gang.
Yes, 26 years ago today, I married my second husband. It lasted 14 years, although I physically left after 10. And even though loyal readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall that I was not any kind of a wife that you’d probably ever want to have, I did try to leave that marriage 3 times in those 10 years. I wasn’t oblivious to the fact that I had a personality that was way too large for that marriage and that i was driving both of us crazy. However, I was always persuaded to stay and to try to make it work. Until it was just way too apparent that to try to live like some sort of Upper West Side happy housewife was driving me out of my fucking mind…
But here’s how I looked on my wedding day, 26 years ago. Long before all the silver hair arrived!!
Okay, gang!! I’m gonna get back to work on the novel here. Drink a little more coffee, eat some chocolate. I hope you have a wonderful day, wherever you are in the world!!
As a memento of yesterday, I leave you with this heartbreaking song – one of my favorites of all time, when I want to have my heart broken a little bit! (Trust me, even though my marriages don’t work out, I’m still capable of loving with all my soul and missing all the ones who got away.) Okay. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you! See ya!