So I sit here tonight and daydream. . . I pick up a copy of US magazine and read the life and times (or at least their version of it) of the stars; and jealously, I wish I was one of them. I have these grandiose dreams where if I were 5 years younger, I might try out for American Idol or the Apprentice or something along those lines. My friends and family willingly attest that I’m pretty much fearless, but on this point I digress. Is it better to dream of a possible stardom, hoping that one day it would fall at your feet, then to try and fail? Xian and I even joked about taking out honeymoon somewhere near where the Arquette’s (David and his gorgeous wife Courtney) would catch us performing karoake and launch our careers to stardom! Ah, dreams, damn them for what they are - yet I enjoy them at the same time. . .
I look at stars and see how old they were when they launched their careers and think - yeah, I’ve still got time. . . I mean HECK - I’ve sang Chuck’s “My Ding-a-ling” with Mark Cuban and been out on the town with the Dallas Cowboys (who hasn’t?) - so I’ll just keep hopin’ someday my ship will come in and I will be RaRa - singer Extraordinaire!!!!