just don’t ask me where I’m from. Don’t ask me where I grew up. Don’t ask me anything about a hometown. But what you can ask me is, “How ’bout them spurs?” TIME OUT!
WOOT WOOT! Repeat after me “BEST IN THE WEST!”
Back on topic: And someplace in my answer you’ll hear the glimmer of glee and childhood giggles that rock back and forth to a little bit county, a little bit Texan, and a helluva lotta two-stepping pride, “like you just don’t care.”
If you didn’t know it, I moved a lot. I have no “hometown” but I have the home-mories. Seventh grade swaying at Leon Springs “misery looking for some company…looking for the party crowd.” And ohhhh dancing with those boys that still hold my first skipped heartbeats. The boys that learned to dance by putting their hands on the “small of my back…” the boy that sang me Shania Twain after that “deadly” prank phone call… oh yes that’s middle school lovin’, the middle school tragic-ins’ (and Lawdy knows I needed a me back then)…
A little “me” to tell me to stop and breathe in the now– “let the good times flow…” you crazy kids! and by “kids” I mean adults that need a time out to remember and cherish your youth.
A little me to “slam ’em back and laugh out loud.” Don’t forget, MAKE GOOD CHOICES, and HAVE FUN!
Oh my kid friends, just love life a little.
And then grow up and be me. I “only get sweeter with time.”
Travel back and “just once” be twelve again.
Be thankful for the women who changed your life on the way to here.
Miss Millions Alicia’s that unleashed the writing.
So you get a little playful “forgetting everything” EXCEPT how good “fun” feels. Playing beer-pong for the first time in 26 years with the first guy that held your heart. Also the first guy that broke your heart (in a note…) So you “gently” remind him of it…. and get a few free drinks out of it too.
and then you laugh some more. enjoy him some more.
and then you kiss again…and again… you buy ice cream at 2:30 a.m. and, you kiss again. you get giddy… and instead of thinking about the boy fun… you think about the fun boy (who actually is fun) and for a moment or two or three or four ahead of you, forget there ever was a boy fun.
You become these girls again: the high school ones that are growing up with every excitement of success and significance leading you into the future. And you do “fun” with them, because that other life is coming to get in the way of the precious youthfulness all. too. soon.
David Lee Murphy plays on the plane ride into the city. And you realize life is “one of those things that gets sweeter with time…” “It keeps getting better as the days go by…”