Stalking That Man El DeBarge

Me

Oh, lordamercy!  My night was made.  There’s really not much to say other than I acted like a total crazy person stalking this man when he came to concert.

I don’t know if any of you have ever been on a stalking spree before, but there’s a process involved.  You, first and foremost, have to do your research.

  • Find out when the person is coming to town,
  • The hotel the person will be staying at,
  • The restaurants he’s likely to eat at while in town,
  • The cars he’ll be riding around in,
  • Someone who can give you the GPS coordinates of said car at a moment’s notice, and
  • Someone who can possibly get you front row seats along with backstage passes (namely the man himself)

Secondly, you have to make sure you look your absolute best, otherwise your chances are that much less.  What those less “chances” are is anyone’s guess though.  But dream on, I say!

El DeBarge

I’m pretty sure he was singing “Stay With Me” directly to me personally.  I mean—I don’t know who else he could have possibly been singing to when you really think about it.

I took a marriage license along in my purse on the stalking spree “just in case.”  I’m not sure how real I thought the “just in case” was going to be, but a girl can dream, can’t she?!

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A Trip To The South Bronx

Me in Chicago, IL

Well in the middle of October, I finally made it to New York after all these years.  My dad hadn’t seen his mother since he was around 20 years old!  So it was about time!

We decided to take a LONG train ride there because my dad isn’t getting on a plane unless it’s life or death—and even then we don’t really know.  I’m not a big fan of planes either—let’s get real.

I had never been on a train before—so I was looking forward to it.

The train ride on the way to New York wasn’t bad at all—especially if you can manage to get two seats to yourself to spread yourself out and relax.  The scenery out the window wasn’t much to write home about though.

The food on the train was even less exciting.  Not only were the prices outrageous as I would only expect them to be—but the food pretty much tasted just like it looked.  Thank goodness I brought lots of food and drinks from home, too.

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