Friday, July 29, 2005
a 4th-grade dream realized
when i was 11 i rollerskated to debbie gibson in my basesment. i bought a black felt hat just like hers and had a poster of her flipping up her collar and smiling like it was taken at the sears portrait studio and i got a bottle of her pink perfume called "electric youth" that smelled like a really rank combo of fruit and baby powder. i never got to see her in concert (unlike her white trash rival, tiffany, who played the rock county 4H fair in janesville, wisconsin) and then, well, i grew up. apparently the debster has taken a few stabs at reviving her career - she did les mis on broadway and i think she did an ill-advised playboy spread - but no one gives a shit. i sort of gave a shit when my friends ecf and fb were still in town following lollapalooza weekend and we decided to go to the cubbies night game this past monday. chicago loves its sports, and cubs tickets, especially night games, can be hard to come by, so when we went to wrigley that afternoon we were stuck having to pay $60 for the only section that still had three seats in a row. i am not a frugal person by any means (though i daydream about someday being one) but i wasn't all that thrilled with the idea, until i saw that it was 80s night featuring deborah "debbie" gibson, and thus my decision was made.
we sat in the sixth row above the dugout at the first-base line and i was terrified of being killed by a wayward ball, but i quite enjoyed myself. it was a good game - cubs beat san francisco at the bottom of the ninth - and debbie sang "take me out to the ball game" from the media box (enshrined with a creepy cariacture of harry carey). she doesn't have a horrible voice, but that doesn't mean that she's any good. if it had been 17 years ago i bet i would have been really excited.
(SEVENTEEN YEARS? christ i feel old).