I still love this pic.
I still love this pic.
On the way to work this morning, Lithium was doing this whole thing about NYE 1999, and asking people what they did that night. It got me thinking, and now I want to write about it here.
It was probably the best “going out” NYE I ever had. It was also the first time I ever really went out for NYE, which was definitely a big part of the appeal. G and I were 20-years-old and living in Los Angeles at the time. Our besties, Brad & James, came out from MO to visit. The four of us went to a dinner party at Gladstone’s on the beach in Malibu (on the PCH). We drank and danced and ran around on the beach. There were fun hats, party favors, a DJ, and bottomless champagne. Fireworks too! It was fabulous. I remember when the DJ played “1999” by Prince, the crowd went fucking wild. It was such a fun night. [I’m going to try to find the pics from that night and post them here. I’ll have to take digital pics of the paper pics, because it was 19-fucking-99, duh. I took those pics with a disposable camera.]
Oh and we were all obsessing over Y2K. I remember my grandmother telling me she had built a shelter down in her basement, because she was convinced we were about to go full apocalypse. Then we woke up the next day and…nothing happened.
Those were the days. lol.
What did you do on NYE 1999? I want to hear about it, please and thank you.
Our first couple pic ever posted to Facebook. We look so young. And thin. Lol.
I’ve been listening to oldie (but goodie) music this last week. It started with revisiting my Tori Amos playlist, and then I moved onto Metric, and The Rolling Stones (weird combo, I know), and this morning is all about Neil Finn. I love me some Neil Finn.
I saw Neil once back in like 2001-ish somewhere down in Orange County, when I lived in Cali. It was one of the beaches…Huntington Beach maybe. He put on an amazing show, and we were super close, like at a table right in front of the stage. (We waited hours in line to get such amazing seats, which is a thing my ex and I used to do). About half-way through the show, Eddie Veder showed up, and joined Neil on the stage, where they performed Stuff and Nonsense (and a couple of other songs). Ahhhh so fucking good.
Seeing Angels & Airwaves last weekend brought back a lot of live music memories for me. I used to see shows all the time – like several times per month. I’m not going to be able to get back to that given all my responsibilities, but I do want to make more of an effort to see live music (that isn’t DMB…lol). I saw that Grace Potter is coming to STL sometime next month, and I’m thinking I need to make that happen. I heart Grace Potter.
And then I had to hear it.
This was my jam in like 1998. Fuck I miss the 90s.
I went out and did my head. I came home and thought about you.
I saw the world turn red. I picked off my new tattoo.
I cut out pictures of days on end.
I tear up paper and wait for Martian Saints to descend.
Jackson’s dad sent me this and I almost cried. My baby is so big now.
This was his first day in the Parkway Early Childhood program.
I took the kids to Target earlier and ended up running into an old friend I haven’t seen in like twenty years!! We used to work together at the Ferguson Library. We used to go country line dancing together at Incahoots. Omg I can’t believe it! There may have been squee-ing. Haha.
Freya insisted we get a pic, and even though I looked fucking awful, I jumped at the chance. In my defense, we’re going hiking later. Lol.
And now we’re meeting for lunch later this week.
This was taken in 2000, I believe.
Yesterday was James’s birthday, so we were texting, and he sent me this pic he found. The boys were visiting me in Santa Barbara. Grant took this pic. It feels like another life. Who is that girl? It gave me all the feels.