Category: music

F is for Frantic

Posted in best, boots, church, dancing, dresses, flashback, friends, friends of friends, live music, marriage, memoir, music, poem, rehearsal dinner, relationshipsLeave a comment

(re-run) I have exactly seventy-five minutes to write this post, get dressed for the wedding rehearsal dinner, kick the contractor out of my house, and get to the church on time. Isn’t the last part a song? Well, it didn’t happen.  It’s now the next morning.  This blog post is now about friends, fun, fish,… Continue reading F is for Frantic

OCD and Me

Posted in basketball, best, brain, childhood, children, divorce, dreams, ex-husband, Facebook, family, flying, friends, humor, memoir, memory, music, OCD, relationships, student, Study abroad, teaching, worstLeave a comment

I often dream about finding a public bathroom to use right before I wake up. It’s because I have to pee. Two nights ago I dreamed I was in a crowded restaurant and when I went into the bathroom, there were tables in there with groups of women seated around them. I stood at the… Continue reading OCD and Me

Don’t Judge a Book

Posted in beer, best, California, dancing, garden, German, humor, language, music, Octoberfest, outdoors, pick-up lines, relationships, restaurant, singingLeave a comment

Of all the pick-up lines I’ve ever heard, the best one came yesterday at the Walnut Creek Octoberfest. “Now those are some sensible shoes.” Yes, I had on one-inch black boots because I was dressed as a German beer garden maid, and they were the best shoes with white knee socks. “They’re good for dancing,”… Continue reading Don’t Judge a Book

It’s a Jungle Out There

Posted in bar, best, California, coyote, dancing, dating, dogs, friends, girlfriends, humor, memoir, moving, music, relationships, seniors1 Comment

(re-run) I saw a coyote yesterday during my strength and training class at the senior center. There are so many people in the drop-in class that I have to stand right in front of the glass doors, with a view of the hills filled with wild turkeys, birds, and now Wiley Coyote. My back hurts… Continue reading It’s a Jungle Out There

First Date with a Stoner

Posted in bar, Beatles, best, boyfriend, California, dancing, dating, feet, football, friends, helpful strangers, humor, marijuana, memoir, music, relationships, socializing, worstLeave a comment

(re-run) You said yes to the guy who asked you out two years ago and you turned him down. Now he has shown up at a dancing venue in Concord on the same day you wondered whatever happened to him. You see, he lives in San Francisco and you live in Suburbia. Then you agree… Continue reading First Date with a Stoner

Plain Jane

Posted in California, dancing, dating, flirting, friends, humor, innuendo, make-up, memoir, music, park, relationships, summer, vintage, worstLeave a comment

My middle name is Jane. I don’t love it. There was a commercial in the 70’s for hair dye, I think. I remember the line,” Don’t be a plain Jane.” After that I disliked both my middle name and my hair color. There was another commercial in that decade that said, “Boys don’t make passes… Continue reading Plain Jane

Street Dance

Posted in best, California, dancing, dogs, friends, hiking, humor, memoir, Midwestern, mom, music, outdoors, relationships, singing, summerLeave a comment

(re-run) After hiking six miles with the senior group called DASH, which does not dash at all, but rather hikes slowly through the woods with plenty of stops for bathroom breaks, snack breaks, or count-up-and-regroup breaks, I was too pooped to go out dancing. But my friends were going, it was close (just one town… Continue reading Street Dance