Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Sting, My Husband and Me

Right now, my husband is at Sting’s house overlooking Central Park West! I picture George with cocktail in hand, trying to follow along as Sting (who is dressed in some black, flowy, Asian-inspired garb) talks to him about tantric sex.


Significant others were not invited to this soiree. My husband was more disappointed that I'm not there than I was. Frankly, I was relieved I didn't have to go. Is it weird that I don’t care?

If it were 1983, I would have cared. I even ruined a childhood friendship with Jenny Crandall* because of Sting. Well, in reality, I was more to blame than Sting.

Jenny was out of town, and I kissed her boyfriend Steven (I don't remember his last name). My youthful indiscretion was due to too many cans of cheap, domestic beer, and the fact that “Wrapped Around Your Finger” was playing on the radio every five seconds. I was sure that marrying Sting at the tender age of 16 was my destiny. Since that fantasy wasn’t panning out quickly enough, I tried kissing Steven (he was blond like Sting), as the Police played on KLZR.

Ah, youth! My friendship with Jenny was never the same. Plus, I didn’t marry Sting as a teenager (in case you were wondering).

Fast forward the mix tape 30 years (bypassing 90’s grundge music entirely), and I still regret the mistake that resulted in the end of my friendship with Jenny. I don’t regret not marrying Sting (even though I really didn't have a choice in the matter anyway).

I like my funny, little life. My lovely, brown-haired husband helped me make a special little girl. Yes, they both drive me crazy sometimes. Sure, I get tired and bored, on occasion. I wish we had more money, at times.

But life has given me everything I could ever need and want and more.

I hope my daughter will read this post in her teenage years, and realize earlier than I did that a simple life filled with people who care about you is more important than fame and fortune.

I have my doubts though. Every teenager needs to figure out his or her own path. Just like me, her journey will be filled with pitfalls and detours. When she loses her way, I’ll still be here, married to her greying father and loving her.

I don't think Sting will factor into this picture at all.


*Names changed to protect the innocent

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31 comments:

  1. Oh wow - how cool! Poor Jenny. Really liked reading this post - found it on the Tough Cookie Community.

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  2. I think we all had out "Sting" in the past, but am with you that I am very happy with who ended up with and hope someday my girls will see just that as they too get older!! :)

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  3. Sting... I have just never seen it. I like his music, I've just never had the obsession that some girls have. Though I wouldn't mind going to a party at Sting's house... oh wait, I just want to go to something at anyone else's house. HA HA!

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  4. I am 100% certain that when dudes (like Sting and your husband) get around each other they're all "Have you tried awakening her Kundalini?" HA!!! I think it's so unfair when the spouses don't get invited, especially to whatever your husband is attending!

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  5. As a guy I just don't get the Sting thing, but I suppose I'm not suppose to.

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  6. OMG this is awesome. Isn't it funny how when we're young, we get so starstruck and now? Bleh. I don't even watch TV or movies anymore. Okay that's a lie...I watch Dexter and Homeland and a few others, but nothing on Network TV and the last movie I saw was um...the Lorax with my 3 year old. Oh and even when I was young and dumb, and drove limos in Denver, I did have the decency to say no to having sex with Billy Idol! Did you see that post? Ha. Still, there's something pretty cool about the fact your husband is at Sting's house right now! I mean, STING. That's awesome. But I'm with you...I'd probably rather be at home too.

    My best friends' (plural b/c they are sisters) have an actor dad in NYC and know a lot of people...when I was in college, I used to say "oh right, Julie's dad is ____" but, well, nobody who matters really cares. Fun post!

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  7. Your husband gets to do all the fun stuff. I'm kind of glad you didn't end up with Sting as a teenager. Not sure how that would have panned out for you! LOL

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  8. Haha it's good you didn't end up with Sting. :) Some things in life are meant to just be a fantasy. :)

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  9. so funny!
    and I don't think it's at all weird that you don't care that you couldn't go... I get it totally.

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  10. I'm so jealous! Make sure you get every detail when he gets home and then tell us all about it.

    And Jenny sounds like she wasn't that good of a friend anyway. I heard she could be totally two-faced. You dodged a bullet there. :-)

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  11. I was all intrigued about he party, but the story filled that space. I have regrets too from that age, regrets about things that were so petty looking back. We try and hope our children will make better choices. We can just hope through our closeness with them they might learn a teeny bit?

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  12. Once again, reading along and shaking my head the whole way. Silly things we thought and/or did because we wanted to marry our rock star crush. I was sure Simon Lebon would totally love me if only he could just know the real me. Never occurred to me that I might not like him, lol.

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  13. Very reassuring to read you were/are quite normal. Your daughter definitely has a chance!

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  14. Recognizing that the life you have and the people in it are enough is a great feeling.

    I would not want to have to dress to attend a soiree at Casa de Sting.

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  15. I love how you can take a high, like mixing with celebrity and bring it down to earth. Lovely post xx

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  16. It is nice, like Alicia said, that you can take your husband's visit w/a celebrity and turn it into heartfelt charm and great mom insight. :)

    My 'Sting' was John Travolta. I'm sure glad that didn't work out, he's far too old for me. ;)

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  17. I hope the same for my daughter! Great post!

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  18. Wait, you didn't say WHY George got to have dinner with Sting.

    I do think you should find Jennie on facebook and send her the link to this post.

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  19. And I totally missed out on marrying Charleton Heston, though I was sure that was MY destiny! Really glad now. I look at my greying husby and our six kids and twelve grandkids and think, "I've got it all!"

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  20. I was a huge Sting fan too--especially when he started out with The Police. Whenever I hear him sing, I am still reminded of my traveling days in Europe and a certain Austrian tour guide who also loved Sting's voice....ahhhh, those were the days. Don't you just wonder what kind of music Claire's generation will be listening to in their teens?

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  21. She will undoubtedly kiss her friend's boyfriend. You did. I did. We weathered it. And she'll learn. It's painful but there is so much we can't tell them to do - they just have to figure it out for themselves x

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  22. How fun that your husband is with Sting!

    I agree that a simple life with people you love is a wonderful way to live.

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  24. Yep - we have all had our Sting past. Glad you found your spot of happiness! :)

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  25. Wow Sting was just "it" when I was a teenager! Popping over from PoCoLo

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  26. As soon as I saw the photo on the link I was intrigued to read this post. I was obsessed with Peter Cox from Go West when I was a teenager. I have met him a couple of times over the last few years and now know him as a really lovely guy - I', happy with Ross though :). Thanks for sharing this post with PoCoLo xx

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  27. I love this post. Sting - the Police years were when I most liked Sting. Isn't it funny how he will always and forever be connected in our minds with the tantric sex thing? A friend of mine has a Portuguese guitar that Sting gave to his friend. It was in a pile of things he was planning to throw away, so he gave it to the friend who lent it to my friend, who let me play it. I guess Sting can just afford to throw away perfectly good instruments. Anyway, I'm curious to know how your husband's evening with Sting went. You're so right - what I've discovered through a lifetime of chasing the dream is that a simple life with those you love is more important indeed. Beautiful post!

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  28. I would love to hear how your husband's night went. That's just because I'm nosy as all get out and want to know if Sting talks about tantric sex on the regular.

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  29. I love how zen (and tao) (of poop) you are about not attending the soiree. I was never a fan of Sting but I would probably die of curiosity if my husband attended a party like that without me. I really enjoyed your post, glad I found you through I Hate Mondays!

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  30. If I'm going to have a song stuck in my head for the rest of the afternoon, "Wrapped Around Your Finger" is not such a bad choice. Excuse me while I make up lyrics to the parts I can't recall.

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