So last week was chock full of goodness … but alas, life isn’t conducive to blogging right now. Didn’t get a chance to blog a recap of the week but you can’t spell blog without the letter b and that letter is a halfway-homonym to Bea … Bea Arthur. Long story short, I had to post a blog for Bea.
Brief makeup for lost time:
I didn’t post on April 20 so …
Belated Happy Birthday to the freshest: Edie Sedgwick
… who shares quite a bit with the recreation celebrated on the same day
Belated welcome to the Taurean time of year, and those whose birthdays fall within that most brilliant season — we’re kind of a big deal.
Belated “Two thumbs fresh” kudos to Lily Allen for a brilliant show at Roseland …
though it’s apparent she doesn’t need my validation
It’s amazing what two years and tenacity will do to your fanbase: from Webster Hall and highschool kids, to Roseland and high profile industry people (oddly enough making up for the bulk of non-dancing attendees who congregated around my nook); Even more amazing is what two weeks and a Twitter will do to your fan club — of haters …
Keep in mind … that was just last Monday — and not even the half of it. Moving on though, I didn’t post on Spring coming to DC; or my having to drop her off at National because Summer decided to catch an early flight in — six to eight weeks early. Again though, I doubt anyone in DC — or on the Eastern Seaboard — needed the heads up about the heat, at least not these kids …
I don’t know if the little girl’s chagrin is over the sun or swine flu — but either way she is feeling the struggle of life.
That said, I didn’t post on the litany of massive events this past week … but I had to post on Bea. We lost a great one …
she got it from her momma …
Estelle and Bea; Sophia and Dorothy. Epic.
That’s all for now. So beat. In the interest of time — and sanity — I’m going to clog and tumble my thoughts for a bit, until I get a chance to breathe and blog. Ciao kids.
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