Damn, 2005 was a good year, if I do say so myself. The Chief married moi...and his life changed foreva. Then there was Kayne West that came out with "Gold Digger". That was a serious game changer. Great song, great times, great memories. LOTS OF GREAT MEMORIES to that song.
Some of you know the OG story of that song. And if you do, consider yourself in my inner posse. But, aside from that great story is another great story involving that song and the very first OU/Texas Party at this crib. Man, we were young and keepin it real. We had the brother and sister-in-law in town (pre-them living in the city) and if my memory serves correctly, we stayed up way, way late. We also had some other serious family in town. It was a new era. Party. Fun. Good times. And as we and the girlies say "We partied before Bevo." And that we did. The next morning we woke up, grabbed the java and sang the hell outta some Kayne "Gold Digger".
The Chief's favorite line from the song is,
"18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo' kids, got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car crib is bigger than his"
How did all of this come about tonight? We just had some friends over and were discussing some old times. OLD TIMES. The kind of old times where people weren't married yet and today they have 3 kiddos.
These times were when we were younger, much younger. No kiddos and footloose and fancy-free. Sometimes I miss those days, but really, they were over before The Chief and I were ready. People bailed out on us and so we figured it was time to move on. Truth be told, it was the perfect decision for the time. How do I know? Well, our friends just left and it's just after midnight. There are empty bottles of wine in my kitchen and pizza boxes set out for the trash. I just walked into my bathroom and there I found a tater tot tub and pink washclothes. The babes and dog are asleep and Kayne West "Gold Digger" came on the radio. We had a mini-party and remembered the old times. I'm almost positive my memory of "old times" is even better than the old times themselves.
Where I sit feels good. Even if 30's creepin. A sweet baby sleeps in my house and I couldn't be more excited to start the Christmas tradition with her. I realized today that I no longer have a "wish list" and it doesn't even matter. It's all good.