So I missed another day...but this time I have a fabulous excuse. One word. Grease is the word (alright, that's four words, but does it matter?...I got to see Shanana, live!). Yes, "The" Shanana opened for a screening of the movie "Grease" at the Santa Monica pier. There's nothing like belting out "Go Grease Lightning" with 500 die hard cheezeballs to put life in perspective (boy, that song is nasty...I had no idea what I was singing from ages 5-15.). I do have to say that when I initially got there and saw a bunch of middle aged men singing fifties classics, I wasn't thrilled. I don't know what kind of head space I was in, but it wasn't positive. However, once I found out that they were the real Shanana deal, my whole attitude changed. I sat next to a group of mentally disabled kids (is that the PC term?), and created a bond (albeit, a one way bond) with a kid wearing a leather jacket (Kenicky style). It was nice to know that this film is an ongoing source of pleasure for so many.

Just for today, I (still) LOVE Grease.