One weekend I'm at at an electronic dance music festival and staying out until 4 am. The next I'm at my neighborhood's board meeting where I'm the youngest there by about 20 years, listening to a senior quartet and in bed by 10:30pm. Such is life.
Michael was out of town and I was under the weather so I stayed in. Saturday night I started watching Lana Del Rey music videos.
I remember when Michael and I saw her perform on Saturday Night Live, and I apologize to her fans, but it was dreadful. Just awful.
But, I do love her music. After a few glasses of wine though, you might be able to be just like her.
Just drop an instagram filter on your video. Change your name. Talk/sing kind of funky with different accents. Always look off into the distance and forlorn. And you've got it in the bag.
For some scary reason I decided to video my version of Summertime Sadness.
My deepest apologies.
Maybe you will get a laugh out of this. Or a cry.
FEEL FREE TO NOT WATCH THIS.
Let's just remember that this was a joke and I'm not really this weird. Or something.
In other news, I added a new sponsorship option. And a few new testimonials. So let's just focus on that.
