Remember those atrophied blogging muscles? Yah, they got a Jane Fonda workout yesterday. So many adventures to come now that I'm back. Can you stand it?!!
So being (technically) newly single I'm slowly recalling what it was like back in the old days. Oh yah, I spent a lot of time on celebrity fixations. And TV. I had a lot more of what are referred to as "my shows".
But I don't want to talk about TV. No, I want to talk about Jamie Campbell Bower. He's a 25 year old British actor who happens to also have a band I'm kind of obsessed with called The Darling Buds. Band aside, I've had many discussions with my girlfriends about how I normally wouldn't date someone eight years younger than I am (i.e. someone who probably thinks 30 is geriatric), but that for Jamie I would make an exception. It's important to talk these things out. You know, just in case.
With so much extra time on my hands now that I'm not in a relationship, I've been able to follow what the Darling Buds are doing in a way that makes me feel a little bit like a teenager. I don't have a poster of them on my walls, but I did start following Jamie on Twitter and when he announced that he would be playing a semi-impromptu acoustic show in Venice Beach last month I decided I had to go. Had to.
Now, I'm old. It's been a long time since I just drove down to LA on a whim. I mean I don't even go out past dark anymore. But this pop-up show was calling my name. Rebecca, it said, come to Venice Beach and see Jamie play guitar and look hot in his aviator glasses and unwashed hair...
I love a dirty rock star! Count me in! Of course, I wasn't about to go alone so I took my also-not-a-teenager celebrity obsessed friend Jason. I left work early (shhh) and we drove down to Venice, stopping only for Mexican food along the way. There's something so freeing about being spontaneous like this. A sudden display of independence makes you feel like this is what being an adult was supposed to be about.
We got there early and were welcomed to the beach by 60 mph winds. Okay, not quite. But it was super freakin' windy. The sidewalk in front of the café all Darling Bud fans were instructed to meet at was full of what looked to be... yes, those were teenage girls. And their moms. Can't forget the moms. My own Mom was no stranger to NSync back in the day. The crazies were out too (this was Venice, after all), as were a handful of people our age. Oh good, our peeps.
When Jamie finally appeared I happened to be standing exactly where he parted the crowd, which meant that I walked next to him all the way to the palm tree that he had chosen as his stage. He was so tall. Tall and blonde and our shoulders were touching and I'm pretty sure I drooled a little at his magnificence. Then I jumped out of the way before I was crushed by all those walking hormones that were screaming and barely restraining themselves from ripping his clothes off. Scary!
So Jason and I, short as we are, moved to the back of the group and watched the "show" through small openings in the crowd. Jamie was, of course, positively dreamy and incredibly funny and everything he said was super charming because he has that English accent that makes everything sound super charming no matter what it is. The music was awesome and when it was time for him to leave we all kind of inadvertently walked him back to his car because most of us were all parked in the same parking lot. Very rock and roll.
We drove home feeling like we had had a brush with stardom. It wasn't like we met Johnny Depp or anything (can you imagine?! No, really, imagine it...), but it was fun to be in the celebrity fray for a minute.
Now I really want a tall, blonde, British guitar player of my own. If anyone has one lying around, let me know. I'll give him a good home.