“This weekend, folks across the country are opening up the pool, firing up the grill, and taking a well-earned moment to relax. But Memorial Day is more than a three-day weekend. In town squares and national cemeteries, public services and moments of quiet reflection, we will honor those who love their country enough to sacrifice their own lives for it.” ~President Barack Obama

Any “Scandal” fans out there? I am hooked. Juicy storylines!

The show’s main character, Olivia Pope, is a D.C. fixer and, as if her job wasn’t an adequate source of drama, she’s having an affair with the president of the United States, Fitzgerald Grant III. 

As for Fitz’s wife… Well, as the kids would say, Bitch is cray. And giving us Mellys a bad name! (Her name is spelled with an “ie” instead of a “y,” though, so maybe it doesn’t count?)

To see what I mean, peep the clip. Note: When this aired last week, it wasn’t clear whether Mellie (Bellamy Young) knew about Olivia (Kerry Washington) and Fitz’s relationship.

To watch full episodes from Season 1 of “Scandal,” click here. Season 2 doesn’t start for awhile. You have time to catch up!

F. Scott Fitzgerald is one of my favorite authors and The Great Gatsby is one of my favorite novels and, well, I watched this trailer and I didn’t have the urge to smack Baz Luhrman in the face, so…

Robin Gibb’s death yesterday at age 62 is particularly sad to me. As one-third of the legendary Bee Gees, he helped define the sound of the disco era I luv so much.

I absolutely cannot pick a favorite Bee Gees song. Too hard! But if I had to pick a song that’s practically guaranteed to get anyone anywhere up shakin’ their groove thing, it’s this one. I mean, the title kinda says it all, right?

OK y’all, crank up the volume and break it down in memory of the very talented Mr. Robin Gibb.

Go!

Despite actually living through the disco era, neither of my parents are disco music fans. Well, not as big a fan as I am.

I can’t remember what sparked my love affair with disco −probably the clothes− but it began in high school (I even made sure to play “Dancing Queen” on my 17th birthday. “Young and sweet, only 17.”) and it hasn’t let up.

So, needless to say, I’m pretty upset over Donna Summer’s death yesterday. You can’t talk about disco without talking about her; the two are inextricably linked.

Rest in peace, Donna. So many of us loved to love you.