When I came out of the secure area at the airport, Taylor ran screaming toward me and we embraced, and I started crying. It had only been two months since she’d left our hometown to attend college, but we’d known each other for years, and I missed her. She kissed me on the forehead and said, “Stop that, you’re here now.”
Taylor was a good friend of mine and had moved to the west coast to go to school and to work for a modeling agency that had offered her a contract. Even though she was the same age my sister was, we’d connected and gotten closer since we’d moved to the Nashville area a few years prior. The day she left, I’d cried like a baby, and my parents had promised to let me fly out to see her for my 16th birthday.
“Tell me what the surprise is.”
She just laughed and said it would have to wait. She’d hinted to me before I left home that she had some huge surprise she needed to share with me, and I was anxious to find out what it was.
With Taylor were two incredibly gorgeous girls that appeared to be about the same age as she was. She introduced them to me as her roommates, Tawny and Angel. I commented on how incredibly pretty they were, and they both reciprocated with statements about me being as pretty as my friend was.
On the ride to Taylor’s apartment, I couldn’t believe how massive the city was, and how much traffic there was. I had often complained about the traffic in Nashville, but it was nothing compared to this – in places there were seven lanes of traffic, all bumper-to-bumper. I was flabbergasted at how many cars there seemed to be, all lined up in one big, long, slowly-moving parking lot.
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In response to my post a couple of days ago about Lady Gaga (among others), I had several people ask me who my favorite singer is. It might surprise you. In fact, unless you live in Europe, Germany specifically, you may not have even heard of her. Her name is Sarah Connor. And, no, this is not the Sarah Connor of Terminator fame. 
Sarah is a German singer with an incredible voice – strong lungs, excellent range, good control, nice timbre – just the whole package for what I like in a singer’s voice. I don’t even recall where I heard her music the first time, but my ears perked up with that first song and it took a considerable amount of work to figure out who she was and where I could find more of her. Her music isn’t even sold here in the U.S., in fact, with the exception of one song that has some limited success. I’ve got about 20 of her songs on my iPod and between them they practically have more play time than all of the other music I have on my iPod combined.
Here are my favorite songs from her. What’s interesting about Sarah is that she sound just as good in a live performance as she does on a recording – not always true for most singers. She sings with a lot of emotion and that emotion is transferred to the listener (or the audience in a live performance). Enjoy the music.
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As you know, I am at my parents’ house this week, getting ready for my surgery. One of the things I’ve enjoyed today is being able to go for a swim in their pool. When Nikki and I lived in an apartment in Fort Lauderdale, our complex had not just one, but two pools. One of them was for adults only – we could be topless and practically bottomless there (many women opted for the tiniest of thong bottoms). When we bought our house, though, we lost the pool. So it’s been a good three years since I’ve had a pool to jump into.
Anyway, in between swims today, I needed something to read while I was enjoying the sunshine. My father happens to subscribe to Maxim magazine and had the July 2009 edition lying around – the one with Olivia Wilde on the cover. They have a fairly decent interview with her, including her reaction to Megan Fox’s admission that she’s lusted after Olivia for some time.
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As many of you have heard, I will be having eye surgery shortly. I have some scar tissue that is apparently a remnant from a procedure I had done several years ago to remove a rather large floater from my right eye, and the scar is apparently what has been interfering with my vision in a small way for the past few weeks. I went to an optometrist, who referred me to an ophthalmologist, who determined the need for surgical intervention.
I don’t know anyone here in SF, so I was a bit concerned about how to pick out a good surgeon, even with the recommendations of some people here. My mother is a physician in the Philadelphia area, and sought out some recommendations from people she knows and respects in the area. So I’ll be leaving to fly to Philly late tonight (and getting there early Saturday morning – I can’t sleep on airplanes, either, dammit!), spending the weekend with my parents, and seeing the surgeon early next week. I should be able to get scheduled for the outpatient procedure some time during the latter half of next week. Just in time for fireworks! 
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On the last night of our trip to the Yellowstone area, we’d headed out for dinner and some shopping in Jackson Hole. I ended up buying a new bikini, but little else. Nikki bought a couple of dresses at Coldwater Creek. When we were done, we returned to the room, took all of our shit out of our suitcases and repacked everything for the trip home on Saturday. We had plans for the night, so we got dressed in some decent clothes and headed off to the Mangy Moose.
If you read my posts about my ski trip with a client, you’ll recall that I found one of the waitresses, Jessica, quite attractive, and let her know I hoped she’d be around when I got back in June. I’d called the Moose earlier this evening and they told me Jessica would be working until midnight, so I was quite excited about the possibilities. And, yes, I’ll admit to being a bit nervous as well. Who knew if she’d remember me or if we’d be successful at getting her to come home with us for the night?
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