The Greatest Love Story?

Gather ’round kids and let me tell you ’bout one of my favorite bands, Little Hurricane.  They hail from San Dee-ah-go and their sound has been dubbed “Dirty Blues” which I love.

According to wikipedia:

Little Hurricane is a Rock/Dirty blues band based out of San Diego, California, USA. Formed in 2010, the band consists of front man Anthony “Tone” Catalano and drummer Celeste “C.C.” Spina. Their influences include Van Morrison, Dead Weather, GorillazJames Taylor, Paul Simon, and The Beatles.”

The drummer is a hot babe and totally inspiring me to take drum lessons (I had a muppet babies drum kit as a kid and I feel like I could tear it up like Animal).

Sooooo, I love all of their albums and I finally watched this video for Sheep In Wolves Clothes and I think it just might be the greatest love story ever told in 4 minutes.

Is this what love is like?  I can’t say I really know what a great romantic love is like (maybe that’s why I bailed on a couple of engagements).

I know what true love is.  The soul mate/best friend kind of love where you know you’ll always be there for each other.  Although we never dated and he was like my brother, Skipper is the true example of unconditional love that shaped the first 24 years of my life.

My parents were never around since they were divorced and both worked to pay the bills. They were awesome and did the best they could. It was a scenario of babies having babies.  My sis and I were both accidents.  Apparently some people aren’t very good at the birth control thing.

**Side note: Don’t use the sponge method of birth control or you might end up with a couple of rugrats.  I think it may have been yanked from shelves in the 80’s anyway due to not working at all and somehow causing you to have girls. My ma wanted boys.  #FAIL

Back to my point.  My parents were never around, my sis and I never got along, and the only constant in my life was Skipper.  We’ve known each other our whole lives (well, technically his whole life since I am 3 months older).  We grew up 2 doors down from each other and shaped each other’s lives in ways I can’t even explain.

We would run away to each other’s houses when we were fighting with the parents.  He knew where we hid the key to the house so he could break in anytime (and often did).  We hatched all kinds of plans and schemes.  We played football, soccer, hide-n-go-seek.  We never dated but we did kiss once upon a time as kids to see what all the fuss was about. We both thought that shit was disgusting and didn’t understand why his older brother and his girlfriend did it all the time.

He explained to me what having a boner was like and I laughed my ass off.  I would be his wingman and get him dates to junior high dances.  We would talk about relationships, friendships, and all of life’s craziness.

I trusted him with my life and he would always protect me.  That may have contributed to my loud mouth.  I was pretty fearless talking shit to anyone anyway, but when you’re with one of the biggest guys in the bar…fuggedabouddit.  He was a teddy bear, but if someone messed with me, it was on like donkey kong.  He’d f*ck you up.

One of my favorites was my second trip to Costa Rica with Skipper and his fam. We met this crazy old dude named Rocky from Minnesota.  He was retiring to Costa to find a lil Tica mamasita to take care of him.  We hung out with him a few times and he kept accusing us of sleeping together.  We’ve even had childhood friends think we slept together.  I guess the idea of having a best friend of the opposite sex is mind blowing to a lot of people.  I’ve always been such a tomboy that I’m used to being one of the boys.

Point being, what is love?  (Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me…no mo).

I went out with one of my favorite people from high school last night.  He took me out for a badass steak dinner and we caught up on the last 15 years of life after getting lost picking me up and knocking on the wrong door. 🙂  If you wanna impress a Texas girl, steak is a pretty good start.  Steak, booze, and good conversation…t’was a fun night. We talked about life love, relationships, divorces, etc.

I’ve been around a few couples who are madly in love after 30+ years and there is something different about them than the ones who are just sticking with it or trying to make it work.  I want the Johnny Cash and June Carter kind of love:

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“There’s unconditional love there.  You hear that phrase a lot but it’s real with me and her.  She loves me in spite of everything, in spite of myself.  She has saved my life more than once.  She’s always been there with her love, and it certainly made me forget the pain for a long time, many times.  When it gets dark and everybody’s gone home and the lights are turned off, it’s just me and her.” (Johnny Cash, Rolling Stone)

I believe in real love, but I feel like most people settle or get into relationships to stroke their ego or not feel lonely.  I’ll never settle down. I’ll always be wild and crazy, but if I ever take the plunge and get married it will be the crazy for each other love that I’ve seen in happy couples.  The fire in their eyes when they even mention their partner in crime speaks volumes.


Enjoy this sexy cover of I’m on Fire: