I’ve Got a Case of the Mean Reds

One of my favorite movies of all time is “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” with Audrey Hepburn. If I had to choose, one of my favorite lines from the movie is when Holly talks about her sadness:

You know those days when you’ve got the mean reds…. the blues are because you’re getting fat or maybe it’s been raining too long.  You’re sad, that’s all.  But the mean reds are horrible.  You’re afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don’t know what you’re afraid of.  Except something bad is going to happen, only you don’t know what it is. What I’ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany’s.  It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits… 

If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.

Today, I have a case of the mean reds. Writing has always been my Tiffany’s, my place of calm. What’s your place?

Another thing that helps me beat the reds is listening to “Shiny Happy People” by R.E.M. It brings me back to the days of my youth when my dad used to blast the song in our Oldsmobile 442 convertible. I was only 11 or so at the time but I would sing my heart out to the song. It is one of my happiest memories.

Other things that make me happy:

Lambeau Leap. And my own version.

“Promise me one thing: don’t take me home until  I am very drunk. Very drunk indeed.” Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

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Gorgeous eyes.

Snowboarding and time with my family. My Dad really isn’t that scary.

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My dog Rusty. And this Puppy.

Anything yellow. Yes I am a flower child and made that flower crown.

Pictures of me and my friends.

The Chicago Blackhawks.


Wine. But of Course.

What gets you over a mean case of the reds?

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