Okay Little Monsters — you know who you are — where have you all been hiding all these years and why have you decided to come out now?
I feel like I’m reading, watching, and listening to Lady Gaga 24/7. What has happened? Where did she come from? And why is she everywhere? As long as she stays out of my dreams I should be okay.
Every time Drew turns on the tv there is a gagathon on and, it seems, we keep seeing the same part over and over again. Too much chatting on her part — but the crowd goes wild.
This morning over breakfast I said to Drew, “Why didn’t we push our girls to jump around on stage? Ga is only 25 and look at her. She sings, she dances, she plays dress up. I think the girls would have loved that.” So, as usual, we, the parents, are to blame.
Where did she come up with the name Gaga? Babytalk, maybe? The meat dress, the mask-like makeup, and now what — starting to look so normal — so soon.
I hear she has 10 million twitter followers. That’s way more followers than I have. Wow! Maybe I need to dress differently.
Hey, wait a second, it’s Monday night. Ga will be at Union Square Best Buy tonight for an album signing. Better go put on my raincoat (yes, the ugly green one) and my walking shoes and head out to the LIRR. I can still make it.
This morning over breakfast and a nice strong cup of coffee I read Ask Amy. Drew read it first. “Who writes these letters? This one sounds made up. Not sure I like Amy’s answer,” he said in between bagel bites.
“I am 25 and recently ran into an old friend . . . ” the letter began. Apparently when he was in high school his friends (the popular ones) smoked weed and drank. His mom disapproved and so he stopped hanging out with them. Now he runs into this friend only to find out that this popular group all graduated college and are living on their own while he dropped out of college, lives with his parents, and has no friends. He ends with, “I should have stayed friends with these guys even though they did drugs because now I look like a loser in comparison. They made all the wrong choices and are winning in life. What’s left for me?”
Duh, 25? What’s left for you? My guess is that if he did remain friends with these guys in high school then he probably still would have dropped out of college, live with his parents, have no friends, and do drugs now. Gee, let’s see if I can pull out a quote from Amy’s answer. “My instinct is that your relationship with your parents might be at the root of your problems.”
So Drew and I read this and both of us were beaming. “Hey, we are such good parents.” We just made it difficult for the girls to hang out with friends (very few) that we didn’t care for. “Who are you with? Nice, but I have to pick you up in 10 minutes — early dinner tonight. I know 4 o’clock is a bit extreme but I’m hungry.” Hannah and Rachel were both home this weekend so we made them read Ask Amy. I don’t think we got the credit we deserved. A smile and a nod would have been much better than a giggle.
So our girls are alright. They like tasty cheese, fresh bread, good wine, and keep good company. Hannah says her hands shake and blames it on Drew. Rachel will never forgive me for the dark circles under her eyes. Some things are unavoidable.
Business as usual today. We took a ride to Best Buy, headed over to Iavarone Bros. and now we’re snacking on some good wine, fresh bread, and tasty cheese — all in good company. (It’s a family thing.)