In today's San Francisco Chronicle's (the Daily Dish), there's an interesting scoop on Madonna - the former material girl turned material hot mama.
Pop queen Madonna's latest fad is downing pints of Guinness before her live Re-Invention concerts. The Material Girl has embraced many aspects of British and Irish culture since moving to England with husband Guy Ritchie and has developed a penchant for the dark stout.
A close source says, "She finds it perks her up for a live performance and gives her an extra edge. "She has to have it in a proper pint glass and at exactly the right temperature before she will drink it. "She's even got some of her crew on the same ritual. They all swear by it."
Obviously it's not just Madonna who enjoys the taste of Guinness.
A friend called me up, asking, "Do you know where I can buy Guinness in Taipei?"
Yeah, I'm a little black book with names, digits, and essential info. for survival. I get phone calls asking for information on restaurants, shopping, addresses & phone numbers, contact numbers for other friends...just about anything. Maybe my friends find me quite resourceful. And my service is FREE!
A mutual friend just broke up with his boyfriend in the States. Supposely, Guinness is his favorite drink and that is all he needs to cope with his loss. Of course, supportive friends like us are here for him! So, it's best that we go see him with Guinness.
It's a long-distance relationship. It's bad enough that he wanted to break up with our friend and he did it over MSN. How impersonal is that? I always believe that any breakup has to be done in person. For old time's sake, people should have the least decency to end a relationship face-to-face.
So you can say to your soon-to-be-ex, "Thank you for loving me. It's been great fun. But...This is not working out. It's not you...it's me! Don't' beat yourself with this breakup. It's not meant to be. You're a great person and you deserve better!" (does that sound familiar to you?)
I once had a boyfriend who broke up with me over the phone. I called him a chicken shit. He was scared that I would turn violent or start a scene in public. Obviously he didn't know me well enough. No wonder we parted.
Our friend loves Guinness as much as Madonna does. The material hot mama drinks it as a pick-me-upper; our friend just wants to drown his sadness in Guinness. Funny how Guinness can perk you up and bury your sorrow too! So, the moral of the story is...anything can work both ways. There are two sides to just about everything. Actually, there's no moral to this story. I just made it up.
However, this story brings up another interesting topic: long-distance relationship. I'll have to save it for next time!
