I'm hungover and it's almost eleven o'clock on a Sunday. On a whim I decided to start this. I think it's going to be stupid and maybe three people will read it, myself filling one of those spots. But obviously, negative thinking won't get me anywhere or something like that. (Also, I love
AutoWin. Go read her, like yesterday. No, she didn't pay me to say this. I've never even spoken to her, but she's a genius.)
I should maybe introduce myself. I'm Jess or Jesticle, if you are drunk. Never call me Jessica. It's just not kosher. I'm twenty years old and I may or may have not created awesome. I'm a lesbian and completely okay with liking girls more than boys. Boys are good for penis references (lots of them), Tenacious D movies, and buying lots of beer. Obviously, they are also good for more things, but I don't have the time to devote more time to the things that boys are good for. Just take my word for it.
I just told someone that I'm feeling enlightened. And by someone, I mean my girlfriend Ashley. (Introduction of first person. I feel like I am going to put in my random thoughts/tangents in parenthesis. Just go with it.) Why is it after you drink and you don't throw up the next day, you feel like the world just makes sense? I mean, obviously, it doesn't, but maybe for a hot minute it just does.
For example, last night there was a party at the boys' house. (I'm going to just have to introduce the characters that take part in my life as they come up because they are so worth knowing.) (The boys equal Ryan and Steven. Also may be referred to as: the twins.) It was pretty chill, which made me happy. I like just drinking, dancing, and discussing life in general. (The three D's. I made that up off the cuff. Jealous?) I totally was able to gauge my alcohol intake so I was feeling a nice hearty buzz the entire night without getting sick. This maybe have been the beginning of my enlightenment. Anyway, as I was being made fun of for the thirty seventh time about making out with Jose, I realized how much I just love my friends. (Yes, Jose was a male. I mean, still is, but whatever. We made out because I was extremely intoxicated like maybe three months ago and they still have yet to let it go. Apparently being a lesbian and making out with a boy is hilarious. I disagree, but that's just me.)
I mean, everyone loves their friends, but sometimes you just don't realize how much. Friends who just take you as you are. No questions asked. I was terrified of coming out because I knew my family wouldn't react well and if my friends shunned me, who did I have left? I don't know why, they totally were like "yeah, we knew" and moved on to talk about LiLo or Britney Spears or world hunger. One of the three. I was bracing myself for being thrown into the ocean or tied to a tree and being left to die. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but you get the picture.
The boys were also cool. They treat me as one of the guys. Steven once asked me what my perfect 'boob' size was. (A handful if you were wondering. Which if you were, is a little weird.) Girls just wouldn't ask you that, unless they were also lesbians.
Anyway, before my three thousand tangents, I was discussing enlightenment in my hungover state. So, I fell asleep on the boys' couch around six am and woke up around eighty thirty or so, which was obviously the universal time because everyone trickled out into the living room one by one. Monica was the first to speak to me. (Monica is my best friend. She's Cuban and Italian just like me, so it's like destiny. Plus, she was the first person to speak to me when I transferred my senior year of high school. And she is obsessed with Dora the Explorer, which is irrelevant, but is relevant so you can picture the type of awesome that she is.) Ryan came out after Monica. (Ryan and Monica are dating. Without Ryan there is no Monica, without Monica there is no Ryan. I got that in a Fortune Cookie once. Maybe...) Danielle was soon to follow because Steven was furiously pacing the house because he was leaving to go pick someone up from the airport. (Danielle's nickname is D-Whore, which I made up last night. Everyone used to tell me that she was exactly like me, except straight. Now that we've met and hung out a few times, I see it. Obviously, I am funnier. I was voted funniest in my graduating class. That totally counts for something, right? Lie to me.) We were all lounging around the living room, consuming as much water as our stomach could hold so we wouldn't be so hungover.
About two hours later, after much chair shifting and a few bathroom trips to clear stomachs (not me obviously), Steven decides to turn on the CD player, which held Third Eye Blind. We were all jamming and singing the lyrics under our breath, when Ryan and I catch eyes from across the room and both of us go: MONTAGE! We both were on the same wavelength. The vibe in the room with the music going just screamed montage that we started creating it to the horror of everyone else in the room. We got so into this montage sequence that I'm pretty sure everyone else was rolling their eyes at us. We entitled it: The Morning After Montage. We decided it would have us all sped up while we went through the normal Sunday morning routine. It doesn't really matter what we envisioned (just imagine perfection paired with a Third Eye Blind song), but it was just one of those moments where everything was clear. I know montages are cheesy and ridiculous, but sometimes they just are perfect. Why waste time on all the insignificant moments? Just focus on amazing times that should be immortalized in a montage of awesomeness.
Ryan and I kept up with the montage theme for the rest of the day. We were laughing each time we brought it up. (Also, we sang the montage song from Team America.) It just made me want my life to be a series of different montages set to songs that meant something in my life.
For example:
"Summer Wind" - Frank Sinatra: When I was a baby, my dad used to put me on his shoulder and slow dance with me to this song. It is the first song I remember ever recognizing.
Various 90s Pop and Dance Songs (Re: Britney Spears, Spice Girls, 98 Degrees, MC Hammer, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch, etc.): I loved being a 90s kids and all my montages from this time should be set to the best music from this period. Also, inter spliced should also be clips from Nickelodeon shows (Are You Afraid of the Dark?, Salute Your Shorts, Hey! Dude, All That!, Legends of the Hidden Temple, etc.) just because they define my life a little bit.
Rap Songs that Basically Define South Florida (Re: Pitbull, Daddy Yankee, Ying Yang Twins, Ludacris, TI, etc.): I realize I am a twenty something white lesbian who lives in West Palm Beach, Florida, but rap is an essential part of my life. What would we have to dance to if we didn't have rap? And don't tell me techno because I might throw up. Besides, my best friends and I (JAMN: J-Jess (me), A-Annie, M-Monica, and N-Nicole) used to drive around blaring rap and trying to learn the lyrics. It was just awesome.
Songs That Makes Me Cry (Re: David Gray, Sarah McLachlan, Tracy Bonham, Butch Walker, etc.): I know that's depressing and everything, but that's the point. These montages wouldn't be legit if they didn't show hurt. And trust me, I've had a lot of hurt. It's a part of life and obviously deserves it's own set of montages. I also hope they are done in black and white or sepia, because when montages are done in those colors they mean business.
The Theme from St. Elmo's Fire: I know you are probably shaking your head and cursing David Foster right now, but just calm yourself for a hot second. First of all, if you haven't seen this movie, go buy it right now. It's brilliant. Rob Lowe plays the sax like no other and Demi Moore does crack and has the best hair I've ever seen. But back to the point: the theme. That masterpiece plays in the background when anything life changing happens to one of the seven hundred characters. Who wouldn't want an inspirational song to play softly in the background when something major was going to happen to them? I want a montage of all my life changing moments accompanied by this song.
End Example Here.
I know that was quite a long list of examples, but once I started I couldn't stop. Actually, this entire blog is a lot longer than I originally had planned it and by originally planned I mean, I actually didn't plan it at all. Isn't life also like this? See! Enlightened I am telling you.
I don't really have a genius way of ending this blog. The only thing I know is that life isn't a montage. It isn't neatly packaged into a three or four minute song with inspirational swirls and sepia tone. It's long and drawn out and isn't usually accompanied by a soundtrack. (Unless you walk around with a boombox. I am talking about 80s/90s type of boombox that would probably break your shoulder if you tried to carry it around. I think I may start doing this after I pump some iron. How awesome would that be?) It's messy and hurts. You cry and problems aren't solved in an hour and half. But sometimes, you want to forget all the in between. You just want to see your life in a series of montages, if it's only for a second.
So, here's to montages. Here's to putting our lives to songs and cutting out all the bullshit.
Until next time kids. -Jess