I Won't Let You Down, I Will Not Give You Up

Yesterday, I thought I made some really poor choices. I bought two cds. One was tegan and sara. I purchased this cd on the advice of a friend (who some call Yorge) who rarely leads me astray. I should have known after discovering that they were the lastest lesbian alternative duo that it was probably not the smartest investment. Yorge heard good things about them them though. After getting back from VirginMega e-mailed me a review...from YM. Really? Are you kidding me? Yorge missed the fact that YM is a magazine for 12-15 year olds. Woops.

The other questionable purchace involved the "Georgeous" man above. Whilst eating a panini, Father Figure came on the radio, and I realized "I don't have nearly enough George in my life." I looked up from my sandwhich and proclaimed, "I'm going to buy George Michael's Greatest Hits." Yorge snickered, "OOOOK," but then confessed he had a thing for Careless Whisper. This album contains about five good songs. Five out of 30. Who ever heard of I Want Your Sex (Part II)? So durst. I payed $12 for the cd and considered it a loss.
Goroge Michael played a big part in one of the more outstanding nights in recent CC history. I was with my favorite New Year's buddies, Helena and Guillermo at Jordi's palacial Manhattan pad to ring in 2003. We were dressed to the nines, drinking Veuve from the bottle (or at least I was, which may have been the reason I was found in the kitchen at 2am trying to channel I Dream of Jeannie in an effort to sober up).

Earlier in the evening, we partook in a New Year's ritual that required everyone to pick a piece of paper out of a basket. The paper had on word on it, and that word was supposed to motivate us. Usually, I just open a fortune cookie on New years Eve but close enough. While we were finding out what our concentration should be for the New Year, Freedom came on the stereo (incidently, my paper read "Faith" another stellar George Michael song). A few started singing along, then a few bodies began moving and suddenly, 40 people were doing a full on dance routine comperable to any Broadway finale. It was amazing. There are times when you laugh and your face beams; all the happiness in you rising to the surface and in that moment you are truly free. Sitting here now, surrounded by people who remain strangers to me, I listen to Freedom. The $12 dollars I paid for the cd was worth it just for this one song and the memories it conjurs.