An Old Obsession, A New Crush, A Night to Remember

It started as a joke sometime back in high school with me, my sister and K Lite FM in the kitchen of Tim Horton’s. I can’t quite recall the details or the timeframe and evolution, but there I was, a 16 year old committed Elton John fan.

Tuesday night I had my third date with Sir Elton. As usual, he was a spectacle and spectacular performer - sequined jacket, stone-studded sunglasses belting out hit after hit after hit. Only this time he didn’t come alone. I’ll admit that I was slightly sceptical of having a third wheel along for the night. Beyond Piano Man, I wasn’t sure I knew much of Billy Joel’s stuff, and wasn’t quite certain how I felt about having him there.

But, who knew that a 60 year old in suit could win me over so easily. His set was entertaining and his songs were classics I knew well. His jokes were perverse, and made me feel slightly uncomfortable, as though your dad just said something dirty, and you’re not sure whether it’s appropriate to laugh (especially when you’re sitting next to your grandmom). He rocked the stage and his microphone stand along with his talented team of musicians.

The duets were remarkable in the way that only two legendary icons teaming up to play classic hits could be. Three and a half hours of awesome.

So, here I am, a 27 year old newly converted Billy Joel fan. Rest assured however, that this new crush has nothing on my decade-long love affair.

Apologies for a Lost Alarm Clock on a Miserable Friday.

Wake Up. Grumble at Alarm. Slowly Roll Over. Want to Hit Snooze. Frantically Search for Phone. Lost. Scramble through Sheets. Half Asleep. Phone has Fallen Behind Bed. Try to Find it. Still Half Alseep. Roomate Yells at Me. Phone, Found.

Get Ready. Drop Everything. Hate Mornings. No Time for Tea. or Breakfast. Stumble Outside.

It's Raining. Cold Feet. Wet. Blistered. Hurting. Wrong Shoes. Get to the Next Street. Wind Takes Umbrella. Flips Inside-Out. Breaks. Hold It Together. Broken. Two-handed task. Head down. Trudge Through the Rain. Skirt Flies up. Hustle to Streetcar stop. Car drives by Slowly. Honks. Waves. ASSHOLE. Keep Hustling to Stop. Asshole Makes U-Turn. Drives by Again. More honks. More waves. Me, Wet Mess.

Get To School. Wet. Hair Matted. Umbrella Broken. Angry.

Public Affairs Class. Forget To Silence Phone. Text Arrives. "Rockstar" Interrupts Lecture. Bleep Bleep.
"I just took a free day because I didn't want to go out in the rain. Haha. Happy Friday".

Visible Pout. Jealousy.