This morning I’ve been moving incredibly slow. My alarm went off no less than 11 times. It started to get on my nerves which is the only reason I finally got out of bed. I’m working the night shift tonight, so I’m really in no hurry.
Still in a nice fog, I started singing in the shower. Nothing loud. Maybe not even out loud. When I realized what I was singing, I couldn’t believe it. Where did it come from? How did it get in my head? Had I been dreaming about 1995, when I was 12. Regardless, it was good. It was good in 1995. It’s good today. I immediately told Matt because he’s one of the only people who seems to be transported back in time by these mid 90’s songs like I am. Then I turned it on. The joy of the passing of 20 years is that Amazon Prime has it free now for Prime Users. Wow – talk about freaky time warp, considering I would have listened to this song over and over back then by recording it off the radio on a tape. Remember the rush to hit record after you had been waiting hours for it to play? That’s the first way I could listen to The Cure’s Mint Car. I recorded it off the radio, 97.9 WCPR to be exact, but because I hit record a second too early I caught the DJ give Mint Car a dramatic introduction. Now I listen to the song and in my head say Mint Car the same way he did that day. It happens every time. It’s beautiful.
Back to the shower. I was in a mild funk when I woke up. For no reason other than the fact that I never like waking up. I think my sleep is deeper than for others. It has to be. I never want to leave it. The song has turned me around 100 percent. I’m still in a slight haze, but it’s a good place in my mind. It’s full of creative angst.
Disclosure: I never listen to the words just the jazzy/electro mix. They might be considered “not for a younger audience”, though no one was too concerned when I was turning it up at 12. Still, I do not endorse the words/message. I’m usually the first to cry out against songs with violent undertones, but this has more of a historical context as in the listening habits of children from the 90’s.
Can you believe this crowd!
I’ve always considered myself a Mardi Gras veteran. No, not Mardi Gras in New Orleans, but along the Mississippi Gulf Coast. It’s a legit part of growing up down there. Going to a parade in every town and getting two days out of school to celebrate the annual party was AWESOME. There are so many memories: having play parades in school. We were fully dressed up as floats using elaborately decorated cardboard boxes while throwing beads to each other from the school auditorium stage, then getting down to Mardi Gras music, and eating cream cheese filled king cake that left your teeth stained from the purple and green granulated sugar. Of course, this was back when they actually put the plastic baby in the cake before baking, but I digress.
Even with it being such a big part of our lives, my parents still never let me go to big kid Mardi Gras an hour away in New Orleans. I’ll admit, for good reason. It’s crazy. Just the crowd of people, beads going in every direction and abundance of florescent colored adult beverages. The New Orleans festivities make the Pass Christian, MS parade, which I always found a little scandalous, seem like a kids ride in Disney World.
My best friend lives in New Orleans now, so I couldn’t pass up the chance to be in the Big Easy for Fat Tuesday. This year my parents couldn’t tell me no! Though, they haven’t talked to me about my trip yet. Passive aggressive disappointment in their grown daughter. We’ll just have to disagree on this one. I don’t plan to ever miss another Mardi Gras week in New Orleans. Funny, I lived so close to NOLA for years and only made it down once I moved all the way up to Minnesota. Maybe it’s just what I needed up here! It is kind of cold right now. It’s cold in the south, too, but not at all like this.
Watching those parades not only took me back to my childhood of fighting for every bead, cup or random made-in-China throw, but also, I have to say, the whole trip felt strangely right. I now realize it’s my cultural obligation to respect and support the tradition started by our gulf coast region ancestors from long ago. I need Mardi Gras in my life. I’m a very responsible, organized, hard working person, but the amount of chaos going on around us actually felt good. Even without my frozen drinks, I felt euphoric watching the little kids making memories, families enjoying the sights and sounds together and the true magic that Mardi Gras is and always has been from its start in Mobile, across the Mississippi Coast and through the bead pummeled streets of New Orleans.
I’ll see the rest of you revelers again February 9th, 2016.
Mardi Gras street funk – Balancing on roots during parades
Cab dropped me off tonight right on Saint Charles. Was as far as we could get to Camille’s house. Arms full of luggage, I walked right into Bacchus. Like walking into a different world. Looked up at the elaborate floats with awe like I did as a kid.
It’s hardly the most romantic sound, but it’s loud and raw yet still amazingly calming. I’ll be anchoring weekends for a while. It’s a very different schedule. I’ve anchored early mornings and weekends, but this is a weekend split shift. Meaning – work friday – then both AM & PM newscasts on saturday and the early news on Sunday. So, there’s very little sleep over the weekend. I’m the first to say. I NEED sleep. Without it I wake up with crazy red dragon eyes. It all hinges on the drive to work in the morning darkness. Soothing tunes don’t help – loud does, and with it being Valentines Day weekend – My Bloody Valentine was appropriate.
While the host of Twin Cities Live is on maternity leave, some of the reporters and anchors from the KSTP-TV news department have been filling in for her. I’m not used to talking about food, fashion and fun on TV. News, by nature, is so serious. Anytime I get too far into leisure topics I start to feel like I’m about to get in trouble. Since I needed some natural topics to talk about, the sweet TCL crew did an entire segment on wedding dress trends with the editor of Minnesota Bride magazine. This is one of the publications I’ve been using lately for inspiration. The pictures and landscapes used for bridal photos are just stunning. This dress pictures is actually a two piece. The picture is Steve asking me if I would wear a crop top dress for my ceremony. What came from me was a resounding no!
This isn’t my dress, but I showed viewers a picture of my long search process.
Oh, I also included a pic of my favorite segment – ever – Valentines cocktails with sparking rose. I think the picture says it all. The 4:30 pm broadcast after TCL was fantastic this day.
TCL is such a well done show. It is detailed and full of fun information for men and women and lots of different ages. I’d love to do it again! Especially if there are more pink drinks.
I can’t help but laugh. Our floor crew – folks who run cameras, audio, teleprompter – had this stash of snacks across their desk.
Lots of sweets and hot sauce?
We can all be in such a hurry in this business that at times I feel like snacking on a ton of junk (especially the combos-I’ll take pizza flavor), but not the hot sauce.
I just walked back into my apartment.
My face is splotchy red from the cold but I’m sweating. It’s such a good feeling to drop all the wet winter clothes off at the doorstep. I love looking through the fresh – inspiring pictures on instagram. However, apparently I’m following a bunch of Australian creatives on there because they are posting tons of swimsuit photos. Looking at those made me long for warmth, but fat chance for this new Minnesotan. It’s clearly not coming any time soon. That’s fine. I decided to embrace the winter instead. I put on all my hardest wearing winter clothes and once I looked enough like a rolley-polley, headed out to walk around in the glistening sunset after a day of fresh snow. I do find it so pretty up here in the winter. Normally I’m working and can’t enjoy the snow for its beauty. Tonight I just enjoyed it. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one. The river paths were full of other people out running and biking. How strange to see the Mississippi frozen!! Once I got far enough from downtown, I could see the winter weather had made the prettiest purple reflection on the city.
The snow on the ground was fresh and dry. The squeaking sound it makes when you walk is so neat. Remember, I grew up on the beach, so this is all incredibly novel for me. Now I’m back in my apartment and watching the people on the street maneuver the slick sidewalks. Glad to be inside warming back home and drying off. So much to discover up here.