Sn’Adele

That’s Not Chinese, Tree and Dr. BJ have been waiting, with great anticipation, for Adele’s concert. That’s Not Chinese even held a ‘private concert,’ a few months ago, in preparation. In addition, she regularly raves about Adele and their similarities, “I love her. She is my pitch and I can do that thing she does with her hand.”

I knew BeCuz would like to go, so I invited her to join us. We all (Tree included, although he claims to not remember) decided to Adele up for the concert and wear beehive ponytails, accent our eyes with liner and lashes, and wear black. I arrived at That’s Not Chinese’s house to find her listening to Adele and in a somber mood – she had just learned the concert was postponed. Being that we were all Adele’d up, we advised Dr. BJ, BeCuz and Tree to come over and we would have a small, private concert.

“I can’t believe this,” That’s Not Chinese informed me. “I’ve even got a Bumpit in my hair and those aren’t easy to use.” “I know what you mean,” I told her, “Mini Me helped me with this fine look.” “You look like you’ve channeled the Parisian Adele,” That’s Not Chinese replied and added, “I love your pone.” By pone, she means ponytail, not cornbread.

Once the others arrived we began discussing the concert and our hopes that Adele would reschedule soon. “Hopefully Sleepless is right and it will be just like the Justin Bieber movie,” I told them. Although hopeful, Dr. BJ was pretty disappointed – more so than the night of the American Idol 10th season finale. He was all dressed up in a vest, size small t-shirt and skinny jeans, “I haven’t worn these skinny jeans for a year. Look at my butt in these. Adele isn’t going to get any of this tonight.”

I can’t recall a lot of what I was saying or discussing, but I do recall Tree continually asking me why I had to be so mean. “I don’t really think it is my fault,” I told him and added, “I’ve never worn this much hairspray and this pone, well, having a pone like this has it’s consequences.”

Later, while sharing the adventures with Sleepless, she advised me maybe I was channeling more than just Parisian Adele, “You might have been channeling Snooki as well.” “Guess that makes me Sn’Adele,” I replied.

Even though Adele may have given our town the cold shoulder, I’ll/we’ll be waiting for her return. We plan to set fire to the rain, chase pavements and do whatever else it takes to get her back.