So at our nightly rendezvous on the back patio to enjoy the stars and honeysuckle, Mr B tells me that he got some news that cleaved his world asunder. And he was not joking. Dead serious. He rubs his face, elbows on knees, head in hands. "It's like someone told me the sky isn't blue anymore," he intones. And I'm starting to get concerned, leaning forward in my chair, laser eye warming up...because I do not want MAN DRAMA f'ing up my zen right now... And he interrupts these selfish thoughts to tell me, "David Lee Roth is GAY!"
Poor Mr B... His hard rocking, pot smoking memories of ass kicking high school/college partying got a real kick in the @ss. Men over 40 are in mourning across this great nation. Mr B said he went through all the stages of grief-and keeps returning to denial. He even Googled it and still didn't want to believe it. One +40 sumpin man friend even said, "Do you think he just had too much of a good thing???" And all the men agreed, there's no such thing as "too much of you-know-what." Mr B just sits there in the dark, shaking his head, and mourning the loss of ery'thing he knew to be TRUE in his big-hair 80's past.
Like any sympathetic wife would, I patted him on the back, and then changed the subject back to important stuff like party planning for our weekend house party and all the chores we still have left to do. I'm pretty sure the men will gather 'round the keg this weekend to commiserate and tell their stories. I'll probably post a pic of the wake for later discussion.
Until then, ROCK ON!!! As I am sure David Lee Roth is...
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