wow. first monday back after a chunk of time away. and keeping in line with the universe-and-the-way-things-work, i woke up at about 3:00 am this morning and obsessed about the list of things i need to do until about 5:45 am — or around there — and then fell asleep. i planned to get up around 6:30 am to start this-list-of-things-to-do, but i didn’t. i woke up from a kind of annoying and mundane dream at 8:15. and realized the situation.
so. so i don’t feel like reviewing the list right now. maybe later.
last night i was watching aretha franklin host a pbs pitch show segment named “soul rewind.” the footage and music was so awesome that i didn’t mind the phone breaks tossed to the cheesy guy with the cheesy pinky ring. i cannot and i mean i cannot get over the background dancing that goes on behind the singer in a lot of the 1960’s clips. kind of go-go-esque flailings from grinning teens. why o why did that fall out of stylie grace. i’ll be working to bring that back.
i also could not get over the awesomeness of the 1970’s, light blue with dark blue satin trimed, uber-ruffled shirt tuxes sported by the stylistics in one segment. it was AWESOME. so there i am deep in thought about how to get my hands on one and whether it would be cooler for gil or myself, and how i really shouldn’t kid myself because i’d never ever never get gil to wear it. …and it hit me…
… somewhere in my travels i’ve not only seen but held in my hands a photo of my gil, circa 1982, feathered hair and all his thirteen year old glory, in that exact stylistics tux. at a cousin’s quinceañera escorting an equally ruffled and frilled young lady down a church isle.
so now i’m really on a quest. i wonder if that tux still exists out there in the corral family. today i will try to focus on my work and not cruise the interwebs for a stylistics/quinceañera tux.