in the Carribbean, yes again
The holidays are over. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't just a little disappointed that they are. New tour dates are in place for 2004, and I only have a couple more weeks of vacation until flying out all over again. New Years' Eve was something else altogether. Shawn never called me back, no email, no message, no nothing, he just up and disappeared, so I spent the 31st kind of floating around. The usual suspects were going to hit up Times Square, and I had a flight to the Carribbean on the 2nd - to make a long story short, Dre ended up leaving a message saying he was going to be in NYC, so I met up with him downtown and any misery I had at being stood up by Shawn disappeared.
That man is something else altogether. Dre is such a centered, focused person, something you wouldn't expect from his stage persona. I can't remember the last time I had such an amazing time with someone, bouncing from place to place, sitting in a corner with mimosas for me and some multicolored stuff in elaborate glasses garnished with little umbrellas for him, just losing ourselves in the atmosphere and the music. Of course, it didn't help that he grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out the instant the drum beat from "Hey Ya" started up - which means we must've left at least a dozen places before midnight even hit.
At some point during our night I thought back to what Celine had told me about my general nature with guys. Here I could spend an entire night with Dre, and not worry about whether he was going to call me the next day. No worries about whether he's just hanging with me for the tabloid factor, or to build up some sort of hidden agenda for himself. Maybe it's parenthood that makes you so mature and, well, done with the games. I could learn a lot from him, I think.
... I'm tired. I lost a poker game to Trey and Re tonight.
Hi Jenny. Hi Celine. Happy belated New Years', everybody - may it be a healthy and happy one.
That man is something else altogether. Dre is such a centered, focused person, something you wouldn't expect from his stage persona. I can't remember the last time I had such an amazing time with someone, bouncing from place to place, sitting in a corner with mimosas for me and some multicolored stuff in elaborate glasses garnished with little umbrellas for him, just losing ourselves in the atmosphere and the music. Of course, it didn't help that he grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out the instant the drum beat from "Hey Ya" started up - which means we must've left at least a dozen places before midnight even hit.
At some point during our night I thought back to what Celine had told me about my general nature with guys. Here I could spend an entire night with Dre, and not worry about whether he was going to call me the next day. No worries about whether he's just hanging with me for the tabloid factor, or to build up some sort of hidden agenda for himself. Maybe it's parenthood that makes you so mature and, well, done with the games. I could learn a lot from him, I think.
... I'm tired. I lost a poker game to Trey and Re tonight.
Hi Jenny. Hi Celine. Happy belated New Years', everybody - may it be a healthy and happy one.