"Jersey Boys" is what I'm talking about. After attending the hit musical, I knew I needed to have those songs - not only for me to remember my night, but also for my boys to culture them with good tunes. I stayed up late after leaving the Windy City, ordering the greatest hits CD's. I got 2 for $15. Yep, beats the price at the theatre.
And then along comes the younger brother surprising me with the pirated soundtrack. "It's kind of boring," he states. "It was only pieces of the songs and lots of talking."
After hearing a little ditty from the soundtrack popped in my Ta-Ho by husband, I became a bit elated hearing my guys singing once again to me.
Don't get me wrong, The Four Seasons will live forever through their clever tunes, but these Chicago "Jersey Boys" will live on forever in me.
Brandon says I'm a dork, but I was once again brought back to my night at the LaSalle Bank Theatre where Frankie Valli and his Seasons sang right to the first row of the mezzanine at me. (No, not "Walk Like a Man." That was to Dave.) "Can't take my eyes off of you. You're just too good to be true. I want to hold you so much." "I need you baby. I love you baby."
Well, yes I am a dork. I have this "weird" thing where I attach myself to others. It is hard to explain, but let me give you an example. After the births of my children, I felt an instant sadness because I wouldn't have the same relationship with my OB-GYN anymore. After seeing him so much in the past nine months, I would only see him again in 6 weeks and then only yearly. And it is never the same either.
I felt a bit sad when I couldn't talk with Tim, the funeral director, anymore. (Thankfully, I don't have to speak with him.) But when you go through some emotional times, the sense of calm they emit is comforting.
I also have this "weird" thing with others who I haven't had any personal contact with. I have dreams with celebrities. Dreams where we become boyfriend and girlfriend, I lead him to Jesus, and then we get married. Matt Damon, Tom Cruise and even Dennis Rodman have highlighted my nighttime thoughts/dreams. (In my Rodman dream, he wore a wedding dress to our nuptials too.)
Anyway, I am really putting this out there for you all to think I am even crazier! I don't care; it shows who am I. And right now, Frank Valli thinks I am "just too good to be true" also!
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