The thing about Random Dozens and memes of the sort is that sometimes we inadvertently reveal something about ourselves that we otherwise would keep hidden. Sometimes it is a huge character flaw. Sometimes it is an embarrassing situation. And sometimes it's both.
Somehow, in the midst of my meme madness last week, I admitted that Yanni was the last concert I attended. I realized that this was uncool, but I had no idea how uncool it was until a few of you commented and/or emailed me. Apparently, I'm not hip.
This, or course, came as a complete shock to me.
Now that the cat is out of the bag, or the pink, dorky elephant is in the room, as it were, I have to explain my Yanni fondness.
Way back in the day, in the mid-nineties, when Meg Ryan still looked cute and everyone thought she was married to Tom Hanks, I loved Yanni. I had all of his CD's, including the "Best Of" collection. Yes, m'am, I loved him almost as much as Linda Evans.
We were living near Pensacola at the time, and what would you know? Yanni was coming to town. Right around my birthday. It was fate.
I asked Hubs if we could go and because he loves me dearly and has some sort of issues, he agreed to take me to the Yanni concert for my birthday. At the time, he was working in a place which was primarily men. Somehow word got out that he was taking me to the Yanni concert. Yanni and red-blooded, American men go together like Al Gore and SUV's.
One day at work, someone announced on the intercom, "Hubs (only they called him by his real name), please come to the front desk and pick up your Yanni tickets."
Needless to say, the ribbing and teasing began, but Hubs took it like a man and also took me to the concert, like a man. I absolutely loved it and he managed to sit through the entire performance without his ears bleeding. To this day, I know it is one of the greatest expressions of love he's ever shown. Well, that, and the time he sat up with me at the ER while I pewked my guts out.
If you ask him, I'm sure he'd tell you there really wasn't much difference between the two.
As for me, I still secretly love to pop in a Yanni CD when I'm feeling especially uncool. Linda has since moved on, but I'm still a fan.
For the record, I do not like Barry Manilow. I may be a Yanni geek, but let's not get crazy!