Politics, Pitbull and The President
Indio, California: Several things have
been occupying my little mind over the past few days. There is a lot to think
about and none of these things have anything to do with me. They did not happen
to me, but are circulating around my head.
First, Oregon Governor Kitzhaber announced his resignation Friday, amidst
rumors, confusion, criminal investigations and scandals surrounding his
girlfriend - often called the "First Lady". She is, of course, not the First Lady of Oregon.
She is just his girlfriend. I voted for Kitzhaber four times, met him a few
times and loved what he did for Oregon. I hope everything is explained and My
Great State can get back to work as soon as possible. As Jimmy Buffett once so
poignantly explained: Some people claim that there's a woman to blame... but I
know, it's my own damn fault.
Not that the resignation wasn't enough to occupy my thoughts and most of the
conversation between DT, myself and other Oregonians we know here in the resort
- there was this:
Leo went to the
Pitbull concert Friday night in Los Angeles. Seriously. The tickets came courtesy of
his adoring (and adorable) Godmother, Angela.
Some background: our little grandson just loves Pitbull's music. Don't ask
me. I had to google to find out about Pitbull and can't imagine why anyone
would take-on the name of a much-maligned dog breed as their moniker. I
think he is a rapper? I only know, a Pitbull song came over the car radio one day and Leo
was hooked. Leo especially likes a song Pitbull sings with Kesha... except
Leo thinks her name is Ketchup. (View
the video of this song, Timber, here... but only if you are not
offended by cute girls dancing on bars in cowboy boots and bootie shorts,
deep cleavage, sharks, hair-flipping or pigs swimming. There is no profanity.) DALE is Pitbull's signature
slogan. Pronounced, dah-ley, it is a term of encouragement... like
let's go, let's do this, or maybe the Spanish version of JUST
Ryan and Leo at the Staples Center
So anyway... back to my story. Since Leo loves Pitbull's
music, Angela bought three tickets to the
February 13th Pitbull and Enrique Iglesias concert at the
Staples Center as his Hanukkah gift. Maybe she
thought Lisa or Lenny would go with them? No way, so Lisa's college friend, Ryan,
volunteered (or maybe was volunteered?). Lenny
drove Leo to the show and
settled-in at a Starbucks across the street from the
arena. Pitbull sang first, for 90 minutes, then Angela
walked Leo to the door of the Staples Center, passed her
godson off to Lenny and returned to watch Enrique
Iglesias with Ryan. Angela sent the above photos to me
during the show and the following text message:
His emotions were ranging from excitement to being
overwhelmed to fascination to exhaustion. When Pitbull
came on the stage, Leo was yelling "Dat's Pitbull,
Dat's Pitbull". Apparently Leo also had a soda
(forbidden at home) - plus souvenir glasses and a
Pitbull light stick. Leo has not removed the glasses
since the concert.
So... when Leo is in college and he and his buddies are
talking about their first concert, Leo will be able to
brag: Pitbull. I was three.
Best. Bravest. Godmother. Ever.
I spoke/facetimed with Leo the next day about the show.
He was wearing the DALE glasses and said, "I am
Pitbull". I told him I was confused because I
thought he was (Oregon quarterback) Marcus Mariota. "No, I am
Pitbull now. Mommy is Enrique and you can be Ketchup".
Besides Oregon politics and Pitbull, the President of the United States is in
the Coachella Valley this weekend. A massive cargo plane flew overhead a few
days ago carrying his motorcade and (apparently) his golf clubs. President Obama has no official engagements over the
three-day weekend and has caused no traffic snafus. He is simply playing golf
with boyhood friends from Hawaii.
So... when I drove Dave to Palm Springs International this morning (he is going
to Portland for a few days for
meetings), we saw this gigantic plane parked near a runway:
Air Force One
Too bad Our President didn't arrive to the area in a
motorcoach! I know a great RV park.
Until my next update, I remain, your ketchupy correspondent.
RV PARK: The
Motorcoach Country Club
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