Last week my college roommate, Morgen and I went to see “This Is It”
Morgen and I were (are) huge MJ music fans. Love the music. Think the dude is a little wierd. I know, I compartmentalize. I’m very good at it.
I used to own the Michael Jackson Greatest Hits 2 CD collection. We’d put it into the stereo, and Morgen and I would just dance. Dance in the living room, dance in the kitchen, dance on the front porch, dance because we couldn’t wait until the weekend when actual dancing events would be held, and dance because how can you not when MJ is on?
Good night, I used to love to dance.
The movie was, in a word: AWESOME! Loved it. But I know I bugged Mog the whole time, chatting away with every thought that came into my head: I wish I had a skirt made of christmas tinsel. I want a machine that pops me out of the floor! I wish I could play the guitar like that chic.
It made me remember my younger, cooler days, when music and dancing was a part of my conscious.
I should get the Greatest Hits collection again (somewhere in my years since college, the music has been lost) and rock out in my minivan.
And I should get a tinsel skirt.
I added this pic because I look awesome=skinny! Sigh. If only I were 19 again.