Weekend Wrap-up – Wedding Planning, Fallen Icons, and Dancing Babies
Even though my weekends usually tend to rival ones of rock stars, this one wasn’t all that exciting. Saturday, the family went to downtown Atlanta to an area called Atlantic Station. If you’re not familiar, it’s more or less a high-end strip mall or lifestyle center if you will. It’s also where the fiancé and I will host our post nuptial celebration. We’ve rented out half of the top floor of one of our favorite restaurants for what is looking to be quite a grand affair… Well maybe not grand, but it damn sure should be fun. We’re excited.
Our trip this weekend entailed us paying the deposit on the event space. I’d be lying if I said that that wasn’t painful, but I’m sure it will be well worth it.
Stay tuned for that.
If for some reason you were visiting Mars this weekend and weren’t aware, Whitney Houston – a music icon – was found dead in her hotel room this past Saturday. She was only 48 years old. Sadly enough, her death, although sudden, didn’t come as a surprise to me.
For decades, Whitney had been struggling with drug use and erratic behavior. Without her having and accepting help, it was only a matter of time before something tragic took place. It was reported that although no alcohol or illegal narcotics were found in her room, there were at least a half dozen bottles of prescription drugs present. She was found in the bathtub, head under water.
What a terrible way to go.
This only confirmed for me that without a good foundation, more money seems to always lead to more problems. (Thanks Biggie Smalls for the wise words.)
Whitney – in her heyday – was nothing less than an R&B queen . She will surely be missed.
As I write this piece, the family and I are watching this year’s Grammy Awards; curious to see what Whitney commemoration they’ll throw together. My son – being the ultimate music lover – is loving it. I’ll end this with a clip of him busting a move for your enjoyment. (There’s an awesome cameo made by the fiancé in there as well.) Enjoy.
Happy Valentine’s Day Eve! (That was a reminder for all you men who may have forgotten )