Michael Jackson

So, as the world knows, Michael Jackson died a couple of days ago.  It actually made me sad.  I was in serious disbelief when I was told, and had to turn to the never-lying internet to confirm the reports.  And when I actually believed it, I felt sad.  I felt like there was a big loss in this world.  I grew up listening to Michael, and, as a child of the eighties, know probably 20 songs by heart.  I always rooted for Michael, even through his tough times, and had hoped for his continued success in the tour planned in London in July.  In any event, it's sad he's left, but I can't help but think he's probably more at ease now.  And we still have his music.  For that, I thank him.  Cause I love me some Man in the Mirror and Dirty Diana.  

So last night we had a celebration of Michael Jackson here at the bar.  We had considered making a formal tribute night, but last night was organic.  It sprung from nowhere (maybe me playing MJ for the past two days straight, maybe from some serious intoxication of two close friends).  But we danced.  And we listened to MJ all night.  And we danced.  It was another of those loving nights here at the bar.  The nights that made it all worthwhile (as if the view didn't).  It was nice to have one more before I leave.  And it was nice that four of the five of the Pistachio crew were here.  Pepper wore her Jackson Five t-shirt that was purchased at Ropa Americana on our roadtrip to Manuel Antonio.  I sported the hat that I stole from someone on that same trip, and a latex glove from the kitchen (not a lot of glove options in Costa Rica, it seems).  Very cool.  

Here are some pics.  

Oh, and as a side note.  As I was waiting for the pics to upload, Scott and I played a couple of games of horseshoes.  I took the gold, and as Scott put it "there's nothing wrong with Bronze."  It seems as though our star center, Bubba, came in second in our round robin, in spite of not showing.