(not only an accurate title...but also words that Stevie Nicks said in dedication of Landslide to her Daddy (replace Blue Eyed Bride with Daddy...you get it. It will make more sense in a few seconds. Just keep reading.)
So Blue Eyed Bride mentioned on her Twitter that she loves Fleetwood Mac's The Dance album, and I responded that I had quite the story involving that album's DVD, peach margaritas, candles, and my ex-boyfriend's mom who told me that since I was from California, I must be crazy.
Seriously.
To my face.
During our very first conversation.
Bless ex-boyfriend's heart for standing up for me and telling his mom the next morning that what she said was really offensive. She then spent rest of that day trying to make it up to me.
Let me set the scene.
Ex-boyfriend Colgs and I were in town (Chicago) for our friend's wedding. We had just started (secretly) dating, and we were going to be spending the weekend at his folks house. Colgs comes from a very close-knit family, and I knew that their approval would seal my fate, either way.
I thought I was charming and they would love me at once. However...
...during the introductions (the INTRODUCTIONS! I had literally JUST met this woman 2.5 seconds ago!) this is what ensued:
Mama Colgs: Bea, so you're from San Diego, right?
Bea: Actually, I'm from San Francisco - the other part of the state.
Mama Colgs: Oh. Well it's the same thing, everyone from California is crazy.
Bea: {awkwardly} ummmm...yea, we are, heh...it's what we're known for (?????)
Colgs: {quickly} Um, so Mom, can we help with dinner??
Yea...basically called me a crazy to my face. Awesome.
So the next day, Colgs had to go to work (we flew in on Thursday night) and left me alone in his house.
With his mother.
It was tense, to say the least. She knew I was pissed and offended, and didn't know what to say to apologize.
So we were talking about the wedding over a late breakfast and who knows how, but somehow Fleetwood Mac came up.
Well I guess she realized that I must not be crazy if I like Fleetwood Mac, so she decided that we needed to put on the DVD.
Now we can enter the margaritas.
When Colgs came home a few hours later (he left work early, worried about me and his mom alone...) Mama Colgs and I were several pitchers of William Sonoma peach margaritas deep, the DVD was STILL on (and had been repeated a few times), every single candle in the house was brought to the family room and lit, and Mama Colgs and I were dancing and singing* in the middle of the room to the blasting DVD (because we had spent much time enjoying our frosty margaritas on the patio, and we had to hear the music out there too, obvi!)
He took one look at us, dancing and swaying and singing, and walked back out and headed back to the office.
The world may never know if he left because he knew his mom and I were getting along famously and didn't need a babysitter...or because he was simply scared of what he saw in that family room that day.
The rest of the trip was fine, and Mama Colgs and I remained very close throughout our year-long relationship. In fact, Colgs and I are still very good friends, and as his parents are both in the pharmaceutical field, whenever I have questions about medications (I'm very allergic to a few common ones) I still call them for advice.
When we got back to DC, I wanted to send them a bottle of wine (I tried to find more W&S peach margarita mix...but they were sold out for the summer and I've never seen them again) to thank them for letting me stay in their home.
Attached to the wine was a note that read: A bottle of California wine from your favorite crazy Californian.
And there, Blue Eyed Bride and all my sweet friends, is my story of how Fleetwood Mac saved my relationship and my life.
Happy Friday!
*I believe the song on at the time was Tusk...in which case we were also playing air instruments alongside the USC Marching Band...









