Lost My Voice
Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.
I just lost my voice screaming during the Super Bowl game. It wasn’t the game that caused my hoarseness. It was, the man, the legend, my ultimate wet dream since I knew what a wet dream was: Prince.
I lurve me some Prince Rogers Nelson. And my love began long before Purple Rain.
Prince is the only man I stayed out all night in the rain for as I waited for tickets for his Purple Rain tour. His Purpleness was in rare form tonight. There were many occasions that it looked as if I were having a seizure as I writhed on the floor in ecstasy as he sang.
At one point tonight I said to AdoringHusband, “You know, if I ever get locked in a room with Prince, I’m going to have to do him, right?
To which AdoringHusband replied, “I’d give you a pass on that one. I’d probably ask you for details. I’m sure I’d learn something.”
He totally gets my Prince thing. Totally.
In other complete unrelated news, I think I’m going to pass on my beautiful but horrifically priced DucDuc Austin crib.
After looking at the Austin, the Nurseryworks Aeriel Crib, and the Oeuf Crib, I think I’m going with the still-expensive-but-slightly-more-reasonable Morigeau Lepine Avalon Crib in Toffee and White.
Yay! I made a decision and got to scream at Prince this weekend! Bonus!
Technorati Tags: music, Prince, Super Bowl, cribs, shopping