If you read my blog regularly, you know that I don’t always write about serious issues. Sometimes I like to be fun. And having had the opportunity to see Adele in Chicago on Sunday, I thought what a good idea for a blog post when a friend and I were talking about how we would love to be BFFs with Adele.


A few caveats: (1) This is no offense to my current BFFs…you’re the bomb! (2) While I may follow Adele on Twitter, I am not a stalker, so Adele security team…stand down. (3) This post has nothing to do with her amazing voice, talented songwriting, ability to make you cry, multiple Grammy’s, or Guinness world records. After all, if we were BFFs, I am certain she wouldn’t be singing to me on our girls’ night out…although access to her concerts without the Ticketmaster anxiety would be awesome.

So, here we go…why Adele should be my BFF.

She’s real. She brought fans on stage to sing. She talked about the challenges of motherhood. Her performance wasn’t smoke and mirrors or costume changes. She cursed. She’s her authentic self and her authentic self is fabulous.


“I don’t want to go on a diet. I don’t want to eat a Caesar salad with no dressing. Why would I do that? I ain’t got time for this, just be happy and don’t be stupid.”

She doesn’t give a f*#!. While she has insecurities like the rest of us, she really tries to blow off criticism. Again, she’s real. And if you don’t like it, well she doesn’t care. And obviously, given how fast her concerts sold out, there are plenty of people who love her just the way she is. Bless her.


“I have insecurities of course but I don’t hang out with anyone who points them out to me.”

She’s goofy. She commented on the challenges of trying to fit her arse on a stool. She bent down on stage so fans could take selfies with her in the background, which meant that at times her bum was turned to certain portions of the audience…so of course, she twerked. And then there’s the cackle of her laugh. She’s a kindred soul for sure.


“If a man whistles at you, do not respond. You are a lady, not a dog.”

She enjoys a good drink. While sipping from a mug during the concert, she noted that she was drinking warm water and honey but that she could drink any of us “under the table.” In fact, she offered to come back to Chicago after her tour to prove it to all of us. And her team banned her from Twitter so that she would not Tweet while drunk. Love!


“I don’t care about clothes, I’d rather spend my money on cigarettes and booze.”

Ok, so Adele if you happen to read this, please call me! I have a bottle of wine that broke my toe (another good story) and I have been waiting for a special occasion to bust it open…I’ll save it for you.