"the moral of the story is, there is no moral." -cyndi

cyndi. lauper. wow.

so last night lisa, dee, T and i went to the cyndi lauper concert. the show was amazing. the different takes on the songs that brought a smile to my face as a little boy left me speechless. and no kia, that really wasn't that long ago. "true colors" almost made me cry. "time after time" was brilliant, cyndi sitting on her chair blowing my mind. an accordion and a violin? i mean come on. i was one harmonic away from an orgasm. "change of heart" had me up on my feet. i was so excited that i had to phone christopher and let him experience a little for himself. this tiny little woman was jumping, bouncing and running all over the place. two times she climbed the massive stack of speakers that were towering above us. and there she sat looking directly down on us singing and smiling. at one point lisa stopped jumping up and down and screamed in my ear, "i am cyndi lauper!". she's insane and i love her. i only let crazy people into my heart. and when she ended with girls just want to have fun, everyone jumped to their feet. the show was unbelievable she told long and often hilarious stories in between each song. she's been doing this for longer than i've been alive and she truly seemed like she was loving every minute of it. that wasn't a concert, that was a performance by a beautiful and classy lady. she introduced her band and when one guy yelled out, "who's the blonde?" (meaning her) she smiled turned and said, "honey, not for nothing, but if you don't know who i am, then you're in the wrong place." as i told christopher i simply must see this woman again. soon.

before the concert dee, who was drunk when we picked her up, wanted to stop for a quick drink. four drinks later, we headed to the concert. damn that girl can drink me under the table. but these days i'm a total lightweight. anyway, after the concert she looked at lisa and said,"let's go drink" at least one hundred times. so we spent the next hour in the car looking for a bar that lisa knew of. it wasn't enough that we had to take one trip into the ghetto, so we turned around and hit it up a second time. we found at least thirty dirty, dirty dive bars, and so not in the good xtina way. i told lisa that there was no way i'd feel comfortable in one of them. so we drove off to downtown. she took us to this bar that was "so much fun" the last time she was there. two seconds in the door and i knew we were out of place. it was hip hop night. the girl at the door looked at all of us and told us three times, "it's hip hop night", meaning hello this place is so not for you. lisa said that was fine. so we walked in and every person in the place looked at us and was like,"wtf?", i kid you not. we all hit up the restroom after our long ass trek to the bar. i looked at T when we were in the hall waiting for the girls,"i've never felt more white in my entire life" we both said. "so, this is where we die huh?" i asked him. the girls came out, and after not getting waited on at the bar, we left. "wow, i just paid $3 to pee." i announced. so off we went to an irish pub. and that's pretty much where my story ends. i got drunk. very.very.drunk. as did dee and T. lisa was our lifesaving driver. i know i laughed a lot. i kept staring at T and his beauty. his voice makes my knees a little woozy. i know i spoke with kia. i know that everyone else talked with kia as i forced the phone into their hands. i kinda have this feeling i talked to T about his butt being cute. and eventually the night ended. and i magically wound up in my bed. my bed, where i woke up this morning one hour and forty five minutes late for work. well that's a first. thank God it truly was a first and everyone kinda sorta looked the other way, for now. *fingers crossed* after a few hugs, because everyone just naturally assumed that i was dead, i got a few laughs and some minor scolding. again, we'll see how tomorrow goes. i told pam today that the older i get the less responsible i seem to be getting, like i'm regressing. i had fun. i'd love to do it again, on a weekend when i have nowhere to be the next day of course, but again. on my drive i called kia and was freaking out, hoping that i'd still have a job when i got there. was there really a time when kia wasn't in my life? i don't remember that. because a day doesn't go by now that i don't talk to her. smiling, laughing and loving every single minute of it.