I miss my little brother. Song 120.
Mark turned 30 this year. But I can still see him so clearly in my head as this tiny guy who was afraid of the dark without his Snoopy nightlight.
When we were small we used to do this thing to my poor parents and their friends all the time. After dinner we would demand that they sit in the living room while we put on a “show”. It was probably cute enough I guess and if they had enough wine it might have even been enjoyable.
At these special performances for some reason we always wore these matching yellow terry cloth jackets that someone made us for going to the pool. I guess we thought they were the coolest things we owned. Sometimes I’d lip synch to “Billie Jean” and Mark would “break dance” which consisted of him mostly trying to spin around on his head. When we got a little bit older we’d do robot dances to “Axel F” and when we got a little bit older than that we’d pretend to be the Bangles doing “Hazy Shade of Winter” (I’m just gonna go ahead and say it. I still prefer that version to the original.) It was my first 45′. That’s what you get when you have an older sister instead of an older brother I guess. And a bossy one at that.
But in my defense I do believe it was Mark who introduced me to this particular jam.
It’s weird to be the bigger one. No matter how old you get dude you’ll always be a squirt to me.
I love you and I miss you Mark.
Even though this is SO where you got all of your moves. ♥
Years later, out of nowhere, Mark wrapped up the can and put it underneath the Christmas tree for me. Surprise!
There’s a couple of things that you should know about a Frier.
A. We have really fucked up senses of humor.
B. And we just love to dance.