Walking Backwards

Back . . . and still awake! The friend's house was fun and very low-key, a nice relaxing end to the day. They played Sublime for me and I taught some new booty-shaking moves to Nico. I don't want my little guy to suffer the curse of his father; he can't grow up without the ability to shake his groove-thing with pride. I, of course, will exuberantly shake my booty at the drop of a hat. Not that I'm any good at it, it just makes me feel happy. At the same time, I'm kind of disgruntled because that is part of my life that I don't see that often anymore. I'm not saying that I'd love to return to our life of going to dance clubs twice a week or anything, its just that I loved when dancing and music were a larger part of our lives. It is so strange that, until tonight, I hadn't even looked at concerts for the summer (I missed coachella, but I'm getting tickets to Austin City Limits [Theivery Corporation, Coldplay, Grupo Fantsama . . . what more could a girl want]). I don't want to lose my musical connection. Nico needs a strong foundation in music as well. He needs to know that our lives are accompanied by a constantly evolving soundtrack. What would my teenage years have been like without the Cure or Social Distortion or Joy Division or one of the million other angsty bands that formed my anthem of the time? I just have to wonder what his is going to be. Maybe if I develop an early love of the classics like the Rolling Stones and Black Flag we can avoid problems like the Backstreet Boys in the future.

Er, I'm off to bed. Its been a long day and I don't think I can write anymore. Happy Mother's Day to all you mother's out there. I hope you get to enjoy it.