I was screwing around on Facebook on Friday afternoon when I saw a new status pop up.
It’s not how I imagined being in Rolling Stone…. but I’ll take it!!!!
I immediately clicked through. Rolling Stone! Plus Mike is one of my more interesting friends. He is a performer in Cirque du Soleil. I’m thinking that if he was surprised that this was how he finally ended up in Rolling Stone it was going to be good – and also weird. This was going to be awesome. I was not let down.
Later that day I was over at my neighbor’s house and a Rolling Stones song came on, which reminded me about this picture. I pulled out my phone and pulled up the picture on Facebook and showed her. “Look! This is my friend from college. He went to Burning Man and he got his picture in Rolling Stone!”
She looks at the picture and says. “Wow! Look at his butt!”
I take the phone back and look at his butt.
It might seem weird that I hadn’t noticed his butt before, but I hadn’t.
“Yeah, he is in amazing shape. And he is 40.”
“He even has those dimples in his butt and everything.”
Then her husband walked out.
“Look at this,” she said “Sarah’s friend is in Rolling Stone.” and she handed him my phone.
“Wow!” he says. “He has a nice butt.”
“Well, he is a performer in Cirque du Soleil. He is in fabulous shape.”
“He even has those little indents and everything.”
At this point I start to wonder if I am being Punk’d. Yes, Mike has a good butt, but he is also painted gold, on stilts, mostly naked and wearing wings and a beak. I originally thought that the reason I hadn’t noticed his butt right away was because I have known him for so long he was on a brother level, but the more I pondered this I really think the reason I didn’t notice his ass right away was because I was too busy looking at his beak.
“I’m a straight guy, but that is a great butt.”
“Is anybody going to ask be why he is painted gold and on stilts?”
They looked at me for long enough to shrug and then back to the phone.
“Nobody is wondering why he is wearing a beak?”
“Well, you said he was at Burning Man.”
I’ve never been to Burning Man. I really don’t know that much about it. I know it involves music, the desert and hallucinogens. I was not aware that this sort of dress was typical there. I might have to go. I also might have to move farther away from Nevada just in case this sort of behavior is spreading. I am not entirely sure how to process my feelings about this.
I’m not sure it matters.
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So my header has gone missing. I have no idea what happened to it. I am toying with the idea of just being done. Maybe this is the sign I’ve been waiting for. My header is tired. My blog is tired. I am tired.
I don’t think I would pull the whole thing down. Can I just leave it here dormant? Is that an option? Do I start something new? Do I just let it all go? If I paid someone to design me a new header, one that wasn’t mommy oriented would it change how I felt about writing here? Would it rejuvenate me? Would it be a waste of time and money? Could I still call it Sarah and the Goon Squad if I decide it isn’t about them anymore?
I’m not sure that matters either.