Saturday Night Live Blogging - Brought to you by the music of Rita Coolidge
The perfect combination of Saturday, night, and Energy Drink/Quality Gin Martini mayhem.
The Furious Sapphire Martini.
Drink a few of those, however, and the next thing you know you're on Itunes, downloading Rita Coolidge's "We're All Alone."
"Close... the Window
calm the light...
And it will be alright..
No need to worry now..
Let it out.. Let it all begin...
Learn how to pretend..."
Although the reason could have been that I perchanced to partake of one of the several items within the lampstand's marsupial-esque pouch entity, the inner chamber....
.. Where I learned the value of choice, through weighing the pros and cons of hookahs, pipes, mini-bongs, steamrollers...
.. Which, spurring on my intellect, led me to download the sheet music to the aforementioned symphony of aural intoxication..
.. And try to learn it on Piano.Fellow connosieurs of greatness, knowest thou the magazine contained in the bookendish rag holder to the left of The Piano?
Yes, it be the Playboy collection.
Barest, I cannot, to jettison the elder members of said publications family, despite the amount of time it may have spent on the bathroom floor.
I could probably cure cancer with what's on my bathroom floor.
Or cause it.
Currently, I am sitting in front of the computer, writing this.
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If you have something better to do, stay in.
Really.
Everything you know will be changed - Sky's the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want. Sky is the limit and you know that you keep pressing on.
Like they told you on Classic Disco - but only when they're not playing Old School Rap.
**** UPDATE **** 11:09 pm, PST
I was just walking around the house listening to the aforementioned Rita Coolidge masterpiece at max volume on the Ipod, and I was thinking - It's so loud I can't really hear anything else in case anything crazy happened, like somebody jumping through my window and trying to go like the guy in Manhunter when "Inna-gadda-da-vida" comes on, only Grissom from CSI guns his ass down.
Grissom ruled in that movie.
posted by David at 10:19 PM
6 Comments:
Whenever I read your posts, it feels like I just took a pull off a 10 foot bong while sitting on top a bunk bed.
"rambling"—USA Today
"intoxicating"—New York Times
"WTF?"—Wall Street Journal
my Dad purposely stored his old Playboys at the top of the stairs right outside my bedroom. That was my sex education.
My bachelor uncle (no that's not a euphemism for "gay") had his bedroom plastered floor to ceiling, wall to wall, with Playboy centerfolds. I was not allowed into his bedroom, which was probably a good idea for a few reasons. Illogically, I WAS allowed into his bathroom where the rest of the mag resided. Riveting. The old issues are better: I'm not so much a fan of the current silicone-and-Brazilian era.
The Bee Gees! You have my heart...
And, thanks a lot...now I've got "Close the window, calm the light" playing in my head here at work...hahahahaha.
I love this post...just love it!
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