The services were yesterday, and they were both heartbreaking and strangely uplifting. Not sure how those two things go together, but they did. Sooo many people attended...it was a real testament to the lives Star touched.
When I got home around 5pm, I remembered that my department's office party was that evening at a bar in Center City. Remembering that the party featured an open bar, and needing a drink* after the day's events, I decided to go and at least put in an appearance (and down some free booze.) I had promised the party planners that I would do karaoke there, but I was reconsidering it given that I'd spent the last four days in a daze. Then I thought of what Star would have counseled, which was that I should not only do karaoke, but that I should bring that motherfucking place down. So I took the mic and belted out "Dancing With Myself", with a mental nod towards an invisible Billy Idol, and I did bring that motherfucking place down. When I was done I threw the horns, which I expect my coworkers took for bravado. I knew who those horns were for, though, and my Movie Night peeps, had they been there, would have known too.
*I've drunk more alchohol in the last four days than I have in the previous four years. No regrets.
3 comments:
:D That's awesome. Go, Tracker!
The other day I let myself dance and sing as I was walking along the street listening to my iPod. It seemed the right thing to do.
That was most excellent - I'm sure you did us all proud. I bet you threw your thing down so hard that it *stayed* down.
"So I took the mic and belted out "Dancing With Myself", with a mental nod towards an invisible Billy Idol, and I did bring that motherfucking place down. When I was done I threw the horns, which I expect my coworkers took for bravado. I knew who those horns were for, though, and my Movie Night peeps, had they been there, would have known too."
Man, that part made me cry. No, seriously!
Never stop dancing . Last night we celebrated Rhys' birthday and I diddnce, just a little, in the kitchen.
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