Fucking Queen!!!

We will
We will
We will
Rock you!!! 
(They did this song on Glee last week)

When I was in high school at every football game our school won, "We Are The Champions" would be played, as the team walked off the field. While this is not their best song. This song has this very special place in my heart. It brings to mind happy memories and childhood friends.

 Also I am sucker for these kinds of songs.

I FUCKING love QUEEN!

Queen is theatrical.

Queen is different. 

Queen can fun, light, whimsical, and they can be deep, dark, and heartfelt.

 Freddie Mercury, was well, Freddie Mercury. Such a talented man. And look at him (in the late 70's early 80's), he was some serious eye candy.

In 2004 -2005 (I think, those years seem like a blur) the hubby and I went to watch Queen+Paul Rodgers (of Bad Religion) and it was an awesome show. I remember wondering if they would attempt to do Bohemian Rhapsody, they couldn't, could they? It really had been a great show. But I was torn with wanting to hear one of my favorite Queen songs and feeling it would be sac religious.

They did play it, but a  large screen with Freddie came down on the stage and the band (May and Taylor) played while Freddie sang and played the piano. It was perfect.

TT I Was This Girl...

This week we have a juicy topic. I've been looking forward to sinking my teeth into this one and punching it out.

"The Breakfast Club." Which character were you in high school?

If I was totally honest, I would say I'm a little bit of all these characters, least like the athlete in high school, except for peer pressure. I was sometimes a sucker. I smoked weed, I was a teachers pet and if I even put the slightest effort into a class I aced it. I was overweight, but popular enough that people didn't make fun of me. I had friends and boyfriends. But most definitely the character I was most like was

I wanted so badly do be different, and I did A LOT to not be like everyone else. Dressed different (like from second hand stores, vintage shops, hot topic, head shops and flea markets) I listened to alternative music, retro music, and read comic books. I put stickers on my face and watched power rangers. I was a hipster before hipsters existed.

I had a pretty awesome (read boring) home life. I was really lucky. We didn't have a lot of money but we lived in a cool house in a nice neighborhood. My parents were happily married, we were healthy, aside from teen angst I would say I was blessed.

So I was always looking for drama. I started smoking (cigarettes) so I could get addicted and have to quit. It would be SO hard. I would have something to talk about with my friends that had REAL shit happening. Yeah seems pretty much like Ally Sheedy's character, right?

I ate a lot of Mexican candy at school. Have you ever seen Mexican "candy"? Some is sweet sure, but a lot of it is sour and chili powder concoctions. Think Ally pouring out pixie dust into her captain crunch sandwich.

I liked to say weird random things. Provocative things. I liked to stir the pot. 

I would say the only thing that set me apart from her character was that I wasn't a social outcast. I loved  high school. It was good times, irresponsibility and childhood friends. I even remember worrying that those would be the best years of my life. Thankfully they weren't.

Also I didn't end up with the Emilio Estavez's  preppy jock ass. Although the hubby did play football...

Instead I ended up with this guy 

 And I think that's a more fitting ending.

This post is part of a multi blogger collaboration. To read what characters other bloggers felt they were most like or even better to link your own answer, click the TT button.

A Close Call

This one time in high school. I snuck out of my house in the middle of the night to meet my boyfriend. We'd had a fight and he showed up to talk it out. I was so stupid in love that any time this guy called I came running. After we'd had a heart to heart and made up, he went home and I went to go back to bed.

When I got to my front door and turned the handle I realized the door had been locked. There was no way for me to get in. There were no windows that I could pry open, I couldn't try the back door because  our dog would make so much noise it would surely give me away.

I sat on my front porch going over all my options. At first everything I thought of ended with me busted and grounded. I may have cried out there in the cold wee hours of the morning. I cry when I get frustrated and am unable to think my way out of a problem.

Then it hit me. I would wait till 5 am or so, and go for a little walk. Then I would head home around 540 or so and pretend that I'd gone out for an early morning stroll and then been locked out. Sure that could work. I went out for morning walks sometimes, nothing weird there.

obviously this was not my front door, but this picture seemed appropriate as I felt like this

As I sat there ironing out details to my story, I needed to be believable. I heard something? Not sure actually what it was. Possibly I just remembered, that sometimes my little brother slept on our living room couch under the window I was sitting outside of. So I tapped gently on the window. The noise woke him up, but all he could see was a dark shadowy figure I realized when I saw his eyes widen in fear. I thought quickly and waved my hand wildly under our porch light so that the motion censors would go off turning the light on.

My plan worked the light turned on and I saw my brothers face go from frightened to puzzled and annoyed. He carefully opened the front door to me. Mumbling something about my being stupid lucky and that I probably shouldn't do that again. I mumbled something about not telling on me as I crept  upstairs and headed to bed.

It was a close call. I never did it again. Thanks little brother, I love you for more than not being a snitch.

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