Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Wonderwall





Please Listen :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nwdjQmc_N8



Not to sound cliche' but it all started on a hot summer night in the city. A bunch of us girls had just finished up at an eighth grade graduation party for a coworkers daughter. Which in the city meant a rented hall, including open bar. Tipsy, we decide the night was far from over, LET'S GO OUT! Usually at this point in time in our lives we would have headed to Old City and hit the same circuit of bars that we were "no cover charge" regulars. Oh Pierre and Carlo, the family and friends you gave me to this day still leave me breathless with their beauty. On this night our one friend Lauren said she wanted to travel to 2 street for the bar scene down there. I said,  "You mean 2'nd , not 2 St." No they call it 2 St, in Philly. Yet another night of teaching the Delco girl the terms and ways of the city. We made a pit stop at my friend Charisse's and made the quick change from graduation party attire to going out attire. At this point our closets were one big collaboration of each others clothes, so I reached in and grabbed my FAV dress out. Those days I was really rocking my "I have red hair and pale skin because my last name is Maloney" Irish look. The dress I chose was a silky tangerine Bebe dress, and black peep toe pumps. With one look in the mirror, aka an hour later, we were ready to go. In the car, since a lot of my besties at the time were Italian, they said how are you Irish and have never been to 2 St.? This was a rhetorical question, because apparently it was all Irish down there. We pull up to a packed street and Lauren yells out to someone. A minute later, he pops his head into the window, my soulmate. Right there. At 2'nd and Snyder. At 10:00 PM. It's funny the way that God places people who will play major roles in your life at the oddest times, when you least expect it. The two of them talked and said where we were meeting them, Doc's. We found parking and get out of the car, I'm sure we were still if not more buzzed , but after a short walk we were there. My first impression was that it seemed sort of "neighborhoody", which Hello I moved out of Delco to avoid this whole scene. Then we went in., and the music was phenom! For me, the music / DJ can totally make or break the night. This guy was great. Even though the bar itself was packed we found our way to the back and found room on the dance floor. And we were off! We loved to dance! In the midst of our hard core, breaking it down, screaming " I love this song" to every song there was. So she brings him up to us and says, " This is my brother John Paul," Seriously? I had known her at this point in time for like four years and I never knew you had a brother!? She finishes her sentence with, " and his girlfriend." Wow. Seriously? That sucks. He's really hot too, but I was recently single and on the whole there's more fish in the sea kick. On to the next one....  but I couldn't stop catching his eyes every now and then. There was something about him. We danced and drank and had a grand time... me and the girls! In the AM Charisse, Lauren, And I wake up and gone on with our rough morning rituals which simply included coffee, breakfast sandwiches, cigarettes, and morning t.v. We would sit in silence, reminiscing on last nights extravaganzas. I broke the silence with ," Can we please talk about your brother?" within the first month of hanging out solo I swear I fell in love with him for 3 reasons..... #1. He wanted to play Rummy (only on of my fav past times!)... #2. When talking movies he asked if I had ever seen Captain Ron!! Which meant he was a movie buff like myself. And #3. We went to A.C. and he danced with me ALL night. I love to dance. (p.s. where this picture at the top was taken... A.C. at 4 AM.) Oh this boy... he had me twisted. I was all 90's style like," I like the way you work it, no dignity, I got to bag it up." Let's fast forward. We had this whole five year plan, in which Cancer was not included. He had this whole line like I was a car he was leasing, and in 3 years if he loved it he would buy. At the time, I laughed, thinking how uninterested I was in a "forever" kind of relationship. How little did he know that I would have him wrapped around my finger in one date. How he would be the one crying when I didn't return his calls. Yet all it took was one kiss. The connection I felt with this man was one of a kind.  I remember calling him in the whirl wind of the E.R. I have no idea what I said to him or how he responded, but when I came out of surgery there he was. John Paul is on the more serious side to  begin with, but that night I saw a completely different level of seriousness. Trying to comfort him was a nice distraction to what was going on with myself. When your partner gets Cancer it's almost as if you get it as well. Both lives are in for a drastic change. With his type A personality I tried my hardest to make him comprehend this situation, and I told him to go home and research. He is one to get understanding through facts. As Oasis would say,"i don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. Because there are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how, because maybe... your going to be the one that saves me, and all the roads we have to walk are winding. There are many things that I would like to say to you , but I don't know how."  Through out this experience there has been times I have had to remind him of how sick I was, mentally and physically. Our relationship was put on hold in such an awkward manner, its indescribable. How nice to know that a man still finds you sexually attractive, when you have never felt more undesirable in your life. He always found ME attractive. Don't ask me how, but he to this day still wants this. What a God sent. Some secretly thought he would leave me through this, to be honest it never even crossed my mind. Here we stand, together, on the other side of this. Being the man that he is I knew he would be there for me now and always, because after all..... he's my wonderwall, and nothings more important then getting our fairytale on.You can bet that, never got to sweat that.     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1BHo84wSEw






Monday, April 1, 2013

Welcome to the New Age

PLEASE PLAY WHILE READING:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIW_Ca8OWTo


Dear Cancer,
                    I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones. Enough to make my system blow. Oh how you have turned my world inside out and upside down. Although I have beat you, your physical scars are permanent, and you have messed me up mentally for what I hope will not be forever. There are pro's and con's for everything, and it is a constant battle to stay positive.  Sometimes I get so angry, and it is hard for me to express this anger in the right direction. I feel I am mean and moody to the people that have been the closest to me during your stay. You have made me think of myself in two different aspects, before and after Cancer. The qualities of my being that I would like to get rid of and the many I am trying so hard to hold on to. Being back in the salon world has been therapeutic to say the least. I have always been a hard worker point blank, and I am not good at being the "stay at home sick girl". I need people in my life, the good, the bad, the funny, the mean, the crazies, and the down right out of their mind. People make my life more functional, tell me your problems and doubts because I'm sick of talking about mine. Asking me how I am feeling is the first thing people do, I know it's because they care but the spiel can get tired. Sometimes I feel I am trapped in some sort of weird purgatory, you have left my body yet I am still left with starting over at being who I am. It is an indescribable feeling. At work I watch people getting their color touched up, cut, and blown out in a variety of styles. Never have I ever been more jealous. Not to sound childish but I want I want I want so bad to have any of these services done to my head. Although I have reestablished my love for hair, it is bittersweet. When clients say " I love your hair" I am torn between saying thank you or telling them they can go to Franklin Mills Mall and buy the same look for $30. But in doing so I am then setting the stage to answer a plethora of questions as to why I have a wig on in the first place. Big girl status is where I am at with my body, just that moment where you are googling plastic surgery and liposuction. Yet everyone tells me I look great for what I have just been through. It's not that I have been a twig at any point in my life, but it would be nice to be skinny since I have no hair. A dear friend just sent me a quote that read, "She is a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes." Searching, I am searching and reaching to grab normalcy of any sort. It's still me inside, just not regulated. This blog is simply a vent session, there is no point. Just a little note to let Cancer know the effect it has had, and is still having on me. Just because I beat it doesn't mean this journey is over.
                                                                                                     Sincerely yours,
                                                                                            A Mess Of Gorgeous Chaos