Daydream Believer
Over the weekend, because our lameness has reached all new levels, Ron and I were searching through movies on Comcast's OnDemand, which let tell you, has tons of movies that nobody wants to watch. Anyway, we wound up finding a series of old episodes of The Monkees. Little known fact about me: huge Monkees fan. Specifically when I was about 10, 11 and the show was in reruns over the summer. I made my dad take me to a concert in 1986.Anyway, turns out Ron was a fan back in the day as well, and he TOO went to a Monkees concert. Is it kismet that we wound up together? I think so.
So there we are watching the Monkees and I start recalling the obsession I had with Davy Jones, their lead "singer". Eleven year old me was totally in love with him. Even though at the time, he was like 45. I was in love with the 20 year old version of him from the show.
But as cute as Davy is, he's not a tall man. And then I thought, isn't that funny! When I was 11 I was in love with a short man and then! Then I wound up marrying one! Funny!
But then, THEN I realized it went even further than that. Here is my husband:
Ignore the crappy photo quality.
Here is Davy Jones*:
*courtesy of www.davyjones.net.
Similar, no? Okay, maybe it's hard tell in the photos, but watching the Monkees Saturday night, I realized. I realized I married my own Davy Jones.
posted by DJ Heavy D @ 11:07 AM
4 Comments:
That is brilliant. DO you still have the signed t-shirt I got you from The Real Live Brady Bunch?
OMG! Too funny. I knew you loved the Monkees but I never would have gotten the resemblance. Will Ron sing for us the next time we see him?
Hysterical!
I loved the Monkees too.
It is like you are Marsha and your dream came true. I too loved the monkees and went to a concert. How funny.
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