Earlier this evening via text (prior to learning of Whitney Houston's passing):
Friend: Whitney Houston!
Me: Haha what?
Friend: Someone just told me she died!
Me: Whoa! I thought you just wanted to dance with somebody. (Investigates and texts this photo to friend)
Friend: Whoa! Can't believe it! Also, I do want to dance with somebody. V-Day is comping up but I'm having ladies valentine's so my changes aren't looking so hot.
Me: Hmmm...never say never. Justin Bieber taught me that.
Friend: Ha. True. This is our year after all (note: because we are grownups now). But Biebs better watch out. It hasn't been a good month for the music industry.
Sadly, I am not terribly surprised by the news. As was the case with Amy Winehouse, I always assumed things would end this way which is sad because Whitney Houston was incredibly talented. I can't count the number of times I've pretended that I could sing like her (mostly alone in the car) only to end up with a sore throat a defeatist attitude. And I've had many a pants-less dance party to I Want To Dance With Somebody.
Whitney will live forever on my iPod.
* And use humor as a coping mechanism.