Just a wee bit of housekeeping for a late Sunday night.
I came across another spot to pick up Weck jars. I’ve updated the Weck Resource Guide post with the Canoe link. They carry the asparagus/tall jar!!!
I’ve also updated the Nigella Dense Chocolate Loaf Cake post from earlier this year. I realized that I, umm, hadn’t included the recipe. I, also, made the cake for an office shower/pot-luck thingy. Added ginger and changed the world. Okay. Changed my world. Heaven on, well, you know. It was good.
I cried at a New Edition/Bobby Brown/Al B. Sure show.
Ummm, yeah. The girls around me thought I was all boyband overwhelmed. Naw. General Admission. A couple thousand girls packed together trying to get some dude’s attention. I was being pushed and, hello, had nowhere to go. Oh, and I was having problems catching my breath.
Of course, the crying made the breathing thing worse. I thought I was going to DIE. No, really. I thought I was going to die alone at a New Edition concert. Die surrounded by girls who thought I was hysterical in anticipation. Like I couldn’t wait for Ronnie, Ricky, Ralph and ‘nem* to be thrusting mightily towards me. Umm, no.
Maybe it was those furrowed brows of pity that got me to stop hyper-everything-ing. Cause at some point, stuck in the middle of the coliseum floor, I figured I might as well enjoy myself in the swell. I sang along to every word of every song on Heart Break like every other girl there. Okay with not knowing where I’d be standing once the music stopped.
I went to many a rock show after that and dudes in the pit had nothing on those chicks. Those girls taught me to hold my own. They taught me well.
Nikki♥
*Sorry, Mike & Johnny.
♥:Wait. You do know this story is like 20 years old, right? Not ashamed, but, ummm… I want to be REAL clear…
