omg i totally left y’all with a major cliff hanger! so naughty of me to keep you waiting! feel free to spank me!
so as i was telling you last week, my dear, patient, sexay reader…i’ve been obsessed with PRINCE for forever and a day. yet all-of-a-sudden-like my life was turned on its head when she came into my life. btw, i tried to use another tense of ‘came’ so i could spell it like ‘cum’ because that’s what prince would do. but alas i couldn’t figure out how to make it work because while dirty is easy, grammar/verb tenses hurt my head.
so as i was saying, it’s really imperative that you know that prince is soooo thirty years ago…and that my heart now belongs to her:
because when you find out there’s a PRINCE COVER BAND FRONTED BY MAYA FREAKIN RUDOLPH YOU GOTTA FREAK THE F*CK OUT AND LOSE YOUR FREAKING MIND AND CRY PURPLE TEARS AS YOU GRAB YOUR CROTCH ALL PRINCE-LIKE BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO FREAKING CHOICE, Y’ALL!!!
when my girl R first told me about maya rudolph’s PRINCE cover band last year, we swore to all things sacred (aka my raspberry beret and my purple rain cassette) that we’d have to see her no matter what. even a sharknado or end days or a george clooney stalker-tunity wouldn’t stop us! we can’t stop! we won’t stop!
and we waited patiently. days passed. weeks passed. seasons passed. and no PRINCESS. we’d nearly given up on her when BOOM! an email announced that they’d be playing not one but TWO SHOWS IN LA!!!! oh no LET’S GO!!!!
i jumped on ticketmaster faster than solage on jay-z in an elevator. and just like that, our dreams were SHATTERED!!! CRUSHED!!!! OBLITERATED!!! in a matter of an nano-second, both shows were sold out.
heartbroken, R and i talked about each selling an kidney on the black market in exchange for tickets….because no one would dare take my liver. we even considered offering to purify people in the waters of our own personal lake minnetonkas if-ya-know-what-i-mean-wink-wink if they’d give us some tix. but alas, we began to come to terms with the fact that we would miss PRINCESS and that our tears would fall like purple rain till the end of our sad, unfulfilled, PRINCESSLESS lives.
the day of the show was like most saturdays. there might have been a moderate hangover. there was most definitely a FELICITY marathon and a pizza delivered to my apartment because my sads got all hongray. and i did my best to distract myself from the realization that i really had zero reasons to go on.
and then, all-of-a-sudden-like, the text that changed my life popped up on my phone.
“mmm someone just emailed me saying she has 2 extra princess tix… (i had put an ad on craigslist) sorta feel like maybe we need to carpe diem? let me know what you think!”
yup, my girl totally got alpha on the issue and put an ad pleading for tix…and didn’t tell me because she feared to get my hopes up only to squash them yet again. but two hours before showtime this nice random lady saw our craigslist post and totally offered to sell us her extra tix! and when the sellers name was a combination of my girl R’s car knickname combined with the last name of my newest political crush (yes, i’m pretty sure i’m going to be a state senator’s wife…but that’s a whole ‘nother blog), we both knew this was divine intervention at work.
so i wiped off the pizza grease dried my eyes, and we put together our best prince-inspired outfits because there was gonna be a costume contest duh! and we looked pretty freakin hot, y’all. i chose a raspberry beret (double-duh) and some slutty apollonia 6-inspired lace tights…whereas my girl went full throttle in head-to-toe GOLD LAMÉ FTW!!!
i knew the show would be better than double rainbows and unicorns and free shoes. but when maya and her pal gretchen announced that a) it was PRINCE’S BIRTHDAY!! b) the 30th anniversary of purple rain c) that they would be performing PURPLE RAIN IN ITS ENTIRETY OMFG I GOT THE VAPORS AND DYYYYYYIIIIIIIING!!!!
the next two hours just flew by as i scream-sang every single word along with maya and gretchen and am pretty sure our excitement was less infectious and more scary for those seated around us and i might have pulled a muscle during “i would die 4 u” which seemed fitting. it was beautiful and amazeballs and epic and i just stood there wondering if maya would be my best friend forever.
and just as we thought the show was over, they reminded us that they still had the costume contest. oh hell yeah! and of course my girl crushed it in her gold lamé and she won one of the top prizes. then the rest of us who got dolled up in Prince-inspired garb were invited on stage to sing PRINCE happy birthday. ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME…ONSTAGE WITH MAYA RUDOLPH?!!!! i don’t really remember much after that but if i knocked you down to get the spot and microphone right next to maya i’m really sorry.
so knowing this was my whitney houston national anthem moment in time (less the kicky white bandana), i started singing like my life depended on it. and i don’t mean to brag, but happy birthday just happens to be my jam! when it was time for the big finish, i decided to get all brave and looked maya straight in her beautiful eyes and belted out the final stanza as loud heartfelt as possible. and when i finished nailing that last “to youuuuuuu”, i expected her to say to me “gett off“…as in get off stage. but instead, she looked right back at me, gave me an approving nod, and proclaimed, “niiiiiiice!”
so now that i’ve been given the best compliment in the world by one of my comedic idols, i’m pretty sure i’m going to quit my job, start a band where i only sing happy birthday in cute prince-y ensembles, and convince maya to let me open for PRINCESS. until then, i’ll be practicing my vocal runs, applying eyeliner, and dry-cleaning my ruffly shirts. hope you cum to my shows!
xoxo, coco