This seems to be my weekend for rekindling my love affair with the television. While we haven’t had much quality time together in the past two years, we really hit it hard and heavy together the last couple days. Tonight, after a thrilling viewing of the “Bodyguard” (Whitney Houston, you were so pretty before the crack), I topped it off with some “Say yes to the dress,” and then took in a rerun of “Saturday Night Live,” with musical guest Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam.
I actually saw Eddie V at the Kennedy Center Honors this year and didn’t recognize him. My friend Cynthia had to point him out and remind me of his hotness before I made some comment about an overgrown skateboarder crashing the Honors.
While all the gals from my junior high in Bethesda were drooling down their shortalls for Eddie, he never really got my 13-year-old blood boiling. No, no, I was into a less cute, less famous guy. I was hot for Evan Dando.
Who is Evan Dando you ask? Well he is (was?) the frontman of the Lemonheads, which happened to be my first concert sans parents. Clad in my flannel shirt and some nice markered up converse all-stars, I rocked my tiny ass off to the musical stylings of songs like “Big Gay Heart,” and “The Jello Fund.” Now, the fact that I was in love with a man who sang a song called “Big Gay Heart,” probably was God’s way of telling me I would have lots of homosexual friends in my future, but I didn’t think a thing of it at the time. I just embraced my love for Evan and flannel and rocked it out in suburban Maryland. The memories my TV brings out! I will have to court it more often.