Would you like to swing on a star?

I had a terrific dream the night before. I dreamt I was with my dad, floating in space. I sat on a pillow and I had a bunch of strange items balanced precariously on my lap; my dad floated next to me unencumbered. We laughed and talked and it felt so right. My alarm went off, ripping me away from him.

Almost every night I dream of my father. The dreams are very real and comforting. I wonder if they are inhibiting me from truly healing since I feel like I see him every night? It’s strange.

I miss him so much.

Kiss in the dark

Watched The Loveless on Friday night. Queued it up on NetFlix Streaming. I enjoyed it. Of course, I enjoy films with a languid pace. It was directed by a woman which seemed right since the camera seemed to linger on the guys in black leather a bit longer than it did on any of the girls. Robert Gordon was in it but he didn’t have any song and dance scenes which was a shame. I had hoped there might be a scene where he would start singing and a bunch of bikini clad babes would come out, shimmying.

Yesterday was jam packed. Went to KUSTOMS, CRUISERS, and CLASSICS at the Simeone Car Museum. Finally got to see The Sharkskins perform and they were great. My mojo is still working. When the Speedwells played, a guy came over to me and gave me their CD as a gift, “Something to remember me by.”

In the evening, we went to the Philadelphia Swing Dance Society’s Swing Party and took Jitterbug and Lindy lessons. It amazes me that men go to these lessons on their own and then refuse to pay attention to the instructor. “Hand on shoulder blade” doesn’t mean hand on lower back or ass, fellas!

This morning I went on eHarmony and closed all matches that didn’t interest me. I closed every man that was shorter than 5’10 or worked in government, lacked a photo, or lacked a decent photo. What is it with these guys anyway? Is it so hard to post a picture of yourself where you look like a normal, well-adjusted human being?

And what is it with eHarmony? Why do they keep matching me with men 5’5 – 5’9? Are tall men in short supply? They must realize that not only am I not interested in being a towering inferno, these little mini men are not interested in me! I emailed eHarmony this morning asking them to stop wasting my time. I look forward to their reply.

Yo, ELVIS!

My mom said something funny the other day… “I like that Jersey Elvis you posted on your blog!”

That’s a pretty good description of Robert Gordon, isn’t it? Jersey Elvis.

Can you imagine what might have been if Elvis came from the Garden State and not Tennessee?

Rather than “Thunk ya very much,” he’d have said, “Thank yous a lot”

Red Elvises Take Over Bethlehem

On Sunday I went to Bethlehem’s Musikfest. I ran into longtime Donnaville visitor, Nathan Linder at a bar before the Red Elvises show. What a crazy coincidence! (Especially because he told me he couldn’t meet me since he would be of town!) I also met up with a girl from YouTube. She wrote me and said she was also a Rivers Rockabilly Trio fan and would love to meet up at Musikfest. I wrote her back saying, SURE! On the way to Musikfest, I started wondering if I had made a dreadful mistake. Might I find myself in the clutches of an amorous lesbian!?! Turns out I already knew the girl… she was the gal wearing the Marilyn Monroe dress at the Rivers’ Blob Ball. Everything turned out just fine.

I am a little disappointed in the video I shot because the camera did not capture the flirty eyes Oleg kept giving me throughout the concert. In fact, when it was time to Belly Dance, Oleg pointed at ME and said, Come! And guess what guys? I did! My life is now complete… I belly danced with the Red Elvises!

Long Tall Sally

Songs of Tall WomenI am letting Pandora choose my music for me this morning and they just played Johnny Burnette’s song, All by Myself. This song contains the lyrics:

Well I got a girl who’s six feet tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
All by myself, all by myself
I don’t need no-one to love her
Gonna love her all by myself

And it reminded me of the lyrics to My Girl Is Red Hot:

Well I gotta gal, six feet four, sleeps in the kitchen
With her face at the door but,
My gal is red hot – your gal aint doodley squat! (repeat)
Well she aint got money, but man she’s really got a lot.

I can’t help but feel there are more songs from the 50’s/60’s that reference 6 feet tall women. I can practically hear Little Richard singing something similar but I can’t put my finger on it.

Can you think of any other songs about tall women sleeping with their feet out the door?

I’m on Fire!

I have fallen deeply in love with Robert Gordon. Almost every evening, I find myself slumming YouTube for videos of him. Here’s one of my favorites:

He made a movie with Willem Dafoe called, “The Loveless.” I don’t know why but I have a feeling this movie is right up my alley….

The Loveless Willem Dafoe Robert Gordon

Wait, it get’s better. It’s tagline is, “Muscles Clad in Black Leather…Incest…And Murder!”

The trailer is awesome:

I HAVE TO SEE THIS MOVIE!!!

Is this thing on?

Something strange has happened to me. My mojo is stuck in the on position! It’s just so weird! On Saturday alone, not only did I have a guy ask me if my feet were tired… from racing through his mind all day but I also had a guy ask me for my number! Handing him my regular business card, I realized I should have two different businesses cards:

One for guys I don’t like… Author, Speaker, Business Owner
One for guys I like…. Flight Attendant

I am trying to figure out what’s different about me that would suddenly make men find me so desirable.

I have a couple theories:

1. The loss of my father has left me damaged… and men love damaged women
2. My friend Laura gave me a ton of her old clothes which I have been wearing… the clothes consist of miniskirts and low cut blouses.
3. I am excreting larger than normal amounts of pheromone.
4. Walking around with my cousins, men think they are my children and consider it proof that I must be easy.

#2 seems the most likely to me.