Whitesnake Friday
Sorry, no time for pictures (again). I'm completely slammed, BUT, I do have a little story for ya. So, I'm driving the girls to school today, and that song came on. Here I go again on my own...goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was BOORN to walk alo-oone...(whoa whoa whoa)...but I made up my mind. I ain't wastin' no more TIIME...here I go AGAAIIINNN...
Okay, maybe I didn't have to write out ALL the lyrics. But, NO MATTER how many years pass, EVERY time I hear that song it brings me RIGHT back to 7th grade: Beth Facendini, the cutest girl in school. She had golden-airbrushed skin with honey curled hair, and iced blue eyes, surrounded by the blackest natural lashes. All the girls fought over who'd get to sit by her. And the boys, well, they apparently fought over who would get to lip sync Whitesnake songs to her. It didn't matter that he was singing that he was a "hobo, born to walk alone", because he was the hottest 9th grader up there on that talent-show stage, banging his feathered-brown locks back and forth, declaring his profound love for just her. Tears streamed down her perfect doll face as the gym shrunk into their own personal, junior-high karaoke bar. And I sat there, coke-bottle glasses and way-too-short mushroom perm wondering WHAT it was LIKE to be Beth Facendini. I'm actually still wondering.
Anyone else have any songs that take you right back?
Reader Comments (22)
And when you figure "it" out, tell me.
Actually, I'd put money on the fact that Beth Facendini is now Beth Botticelli with five kids, grandly obese, and nagging at her stubbled faced, wife-beater-tee-shirt-wearing clod of a husband to get off the sofa and mow the damn lawn. She devours chocolate for the endorphine high and watches Dr. Phil and Oprah each and every day wondering how the elusive "it" feels.
"So now I come to you
With BROKEN ARMS
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say
So here I am
With BROKEN ARMS
Hoping you'll see
What your love means to me
BROKEN ARMS"
I seriously thought it was 'broken arms' and still have not lived it down.
My my my my my WOO!
The song that played for the try-outs would forever shape the fabric of my being...on that fateful day in the gym, as we got teary-eyed watching a moment in history we would never be a part of...
And, as we got up to leave after try-outs were over, I realized that my beloved Red-White-Blue swirly comb had fallen out of the back pocket of my jeans. I mean, how would I EVER get those feathers to fly that way again?! A doubly sad day.
"Don't turn around, oh-ooohhhooo,
"Der Kommisar's in town, oh-ooohhoooo."
Sigh.
And, I wonder why in the world my daughter is so dramatic. : )
Oh, and I totally remember dancing down the line (you know where there were the boys and girls on separate sides) to Michael Jackson's "Off the wall."
P.S. To all the "girls" thanks for another glorius, laughter-filled evening. I could not survive without you! xx
And I agree, your Mum is sooooo cool!