Da Blues

So, I have no reason to bitch about working on the day of Michael Jackson's memorial. No one was on the freeway, and I got to work 30 minutes early because of the time I allotted to getting there. A chef made me breakfast.

No one came in, so we just watched the memorial for three hours. For those of you who didn't see it, it just really, really sad. And weird. I realized it would have been far less weird if MJ's coffin just wasn't there, and people hadn't clapped when it was brought in, and there wasn't a long (10 minute) moment of silence. I've never been to a funeral, but I definitely feel like I've been to one now. This journalist came in after it was over and had apparently been there to write a story about it. He said it was the strangest event he had ever been to--11,000 people bawling the whole time, yet everyone so silent you could hear the high heels of people coming and going clicking on the stairs. I think the saddest part was definitely when Jermaine Jackson sang MJ's favorite song "Smile" (which is depressing in its own right) and was fucking crying the whole time, throwing the rose from his lapel on the coffin below when he was done:


Needless to say, it was a bummer.