At your best, you are love[/caption]Before I head out today to go do whatever it is that Ordales do, I want to give a quick RIP to Aaliyah. It's been eleven years and I still feel some kind of way about her passing. I never met the girl, and honestly I only had one of her albums. Still, there's something to be said about a person who can touch you simply with their absence. Or as Jay-Z put it, Even if my absence, my presence is felt. That's gotta tell you I'm the king if nothing else.
I first really took an interest in her one day when I saw her on Vibe. Not the magazine, the failed TV Show. Yeah, that long ago. I think I was in my room doing pushups or something in my quest to grow up to be He-Man one day. She performed Hot Like Fire and I remember immediately taking my workout up a notch. I started doing sit ups and crunches and all kinds of random exercises thinking, I have to get my ass in shape because I'm gonna marry that girl!
By the end of her performance, I was smitten and also hobbling around the room trying not to wake my grandparents up because my entire abdomen had curled up into a fist. I even had a cramp in my bladder, and I don't even think that's possible. But I got right back to the workout...Aaliyah don't want no punk!
Sadly, I never got the chance to meet her. Ironically, on the day that I walked into my Management class and met my wife I was listening to At Your Best.
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