So it used to be that I did my blog entries every morning, after breakfast, at about the same time each day. But now my life is a bit more chaotic (in all the good ways), here I am on a Sunday night, at 8:17. But what matters is that I’m updating, right?
Because I AM here now, though, I can take a moment to gloat. I am someone who NEVER wins bets (see: me losing a million bucks to Paul Volponi at NCTE last year) but tonight, I can claim victory. I bet my neighbor Randy that when Tom Petty took the stage for the Superbowl halftime show just moments ago, that he’d open with “American Girl.” Which he did. SCORE! Too bad I have been so scarred by losing bet after bet that I only wagered five bucks. But still, a win is a win.
I have to admit to getting a wee bit nostalgic, listening to Tom Petty just now. Not just “American Girl,” which is one of those songs that makes me think of high school, and younger days, and sort of makes my heart hurt and soar at the same time. (Which is what all good nostalgia is about, really.) But also “Free Falling,” a song that always makes me think of my waitressing days at the Burrito. We had that entire album (it’s Full Moon Fever, I think?) as one of our tapes that we played during business hours, so I knew every song by heart. But “Free Falling” was always the song that seemed to come on when I was sitting at the hostess station, rolling silverware (knife, then fork, napkin over, then over again, and tucked in at the top). Whenever I heard it there, I always would take a few moments to dream about what my life would be like when I was a published writer. Now, at that time, I had NO idea that would ever actually happen. I was just hopeful. But for the length of that song, I let myself think it would. Owen Armstrong was right, you know? A song can really take you back to a place, or a moment. Even when it seems like a long time ago.
I’d like to say that I’m going to watch the rest of the game, but I have a new Friday Night Lights on my Tivo. Fake football over real football? Yep. I can’t help myself!