Release Me

This morning I dreamt that I was roller-skating through a futuristic shopping mall, and then my clock radio woke me up with (once more) "What is Love?" It was amazing. I should've immediately risen and done the Night at the Roxbury dance to get my day going.

Here's the second-best scene from My So-Called Life, from the "World Happiness Dance" episode. This is for Sarah in Prague, Jenn Jackson, and everyone who adores this show. This is 9 minutes of delight- Angela just twisting the knife in poor Brian Krakow, then seeing Jordan looking all nonchalant while the music starts thumping like her heartbeat...and best of all, Rickie and Delia's dance to "What is Love?"



I realized a few days ago why I've been tripping out on '90s nostalgia: I'm missing my 10-year high school reunion this summer. It's been a kick-ass decade and I'm not looking back, but I'm getting melancholy about it anyway. I mean, 10 years??! went by so fast. I didn't have a grand plan in 1998, so I'd say things have turned out as expected or better than expected. In 2003 I made a loose five-year plan, accomplished most of my goals, and now I'm making another.

There was a time when I thought that Jenn, Jinna and I would meet every Christmas Eve for a dacquiri at the Hwy 27 Lounge. And that I would spend the night before Christmas eve with Crystal, which was our tradition for 10 years. And that I would keep in touch with my own Jordan Catalano...the crazy thing is, though, I think I'll always be able to find out what he's up to. I think he'll always live and work in relatively the same place I left him. I've truly loved two men in my life, and he was one, even though he was a boy. It was real. He married the girl who told me, when she was 14, "You'll never love him as much as I do." And now their baby may not be a baby anymore.


Prague stuff in next post! Including pictures of Český Krumlov, tales of Southern Bohemia, the beer gardens, Radost FX, František Langer's Periphery, and cute kids at another fantastic brunch.