Pandora's Anxious Adventure

A long time ago, deep in the early stages of my life’s narrative I was... ...A Dancer... cue the dramatics. I know, I know. We can’t believe it, hell I can’t believe sometimes too. But I was. I was on my prep school’s dance team and even kept up with the occasional dance class over the years. But in high school, that all kind of stopped. I have no real idea why but by junior year I wasn’t pushing to go to dance class as much. Maybe it was my focus on getting the heck out of dodge, my dreams of international travel and luxury, maybe I kept getting lost in many a story. Or probably it was untreated depression. Who knows, whatever it was I slowed my roll on the dancing front. I went to college, I existed, I graduated and here I am. Yet years later, sometimes I sit back and think, what I would’ve been if I kept up with dancing. Would I be like my friends I see online, flexible and energetic. Creative and free, showcasing the feelings and thoughts I keep buried under layers of plati

Yup, you read that title right. It's a little late but lemme tell y'all about the night I saw the astounding and remarkable, international vocal superstar and one only Jamaican superstar Celine Dion. Again, you read it correctly, cause I said what I said. What a night, a simply magical night. And to be honest it was a great ass day too. We celebrated my friend's birthday got nice and tipsy. I drove NOWHERE. And I ended the night singing along with the magical Celine. I was on the side of the stage but I must say, I missed not one bit. There were LED screens facing the seats on the side, and if I was feeling boasty, I could walk down the stair and literally have been next to the stage. Now I am writing this a few months after I went so I'll be skipping a lot of details, bare with me, please. Okay, so now we done waited for everyone to come in. The cameraman and DJ were on a roll capturing the intense excitement of the night. Folks were living their best lives d