Awesome All Day Good Will Tour Day #16: Michael who?
We were just in Corpus Christi which was the home of the late great Selena, the Queen of Tejano music and hero to millions. In 1995 she was murdered and then mercilessly commemorated in a Jennifer Lopez movie.
Texas is totally stoked about all things Selena including a stadium, a state holiday (instigated by George W. Bush, and this thing:
A life size statue of the Mexican Madonna herself.I know it’s a cultural thing, so I actually felt kind of bad about thinking this was ironically hilarious. The statue was rusted from the sea air, the ceramic tiles around it’s base were cracked and missing, and there was a surprising amount of “pilgrims” who looked genuinely bummed out.
I even thought about walking away from this without taking any photos… No smiles… No thumbs up… as a show of respect for the passing of this cultural Icon.
July 15th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
[...] at their hip-as-shit restaurant SushiBar. Corpus Christi made Rory and I feel like we’d died and gone to heaven (while alas, our poor dear, unlucky Diana suffered through an awful bout of food poisoning acquired [...]
July 17th, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Will you please, please, please go to Graceland?
July 30th, 2009 at 2:15 pm
I want to mock the signature wardrobe of highwaisted belted jeans with embellished bra top soooooo damned bad…but then, there is a faint memory of me throughout 1992, drunk and dancing in bars wearing a polka dot bra top with vinyl hot pants. If my version was more “Little Columbia” and not “In Living Color” can I still cringe at this statue without being a hypocrite? Love your blog. Glad I found it through Painfully Hip!!! Oh, and least I forget– HOLLY HELL, THAT MANSIE IS HOT!!!!
July 31st, 2009 at 12:18 pm
Stop it, you’re making me blush.
August 17th, 2009 at 7:26 pm
So, i know i’m entirely late with this one, but this (and the next post) is one of the best posts ever. I’m impressed by your respect towards a national icon. This, a shark shot glass (totally jawesome, if you will) and a good lookin’ bearded dude who appreciates and aptly demonstrates the wonder of a onesie? what more could anyone ask for, really?