All I wanted to do was enjoy my over-easy eggs, bacon, sausage links and hash browns. I was having breakfast for dinner tonight at the IHOP, trying to forget the fact that it had been a sucky day, in a particularly craptastic week, in a year (well, not calendar year, but the last 12 months) that's definitely in the bottom 10% of its class.
Things were just tickety-boo. The eggs were just right. It was pretty quiet at this particular IHOP, because I was about the only one in Austin who decided that jacking up my triglycerides was more critical than watching the #1 college football team play*. IHOP was playing the usual auditory pablum on the overhead speakers, but that's to be expected. I do remember that they played a Barbara Streisand song, but it was so bland that I can't even recall what song it was 5 hours after the fact. Sometimes my brain actually works to protect itself.
Then it happened. Overhead, on the speakers, they played Carly Simon's "Anticipation". Yeah, it may make you smile a little, because you associate this cute little song with that clever ketchup commercial. But I've been having a turdfest of a week (see above), and had Carly been sitting across the table from me, I would have de-forked my hash browns and gouged out her eye!
And tomorrow we might not be together. I'm no prophet and I don't know nature's way.
So I'll try to see into your eyes right now. And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days.
These are the good old days...
These are the good old days...
These are the good old days...
Swear to god she kept saying it over and over about 600 times. Arrrrrggghhhhh! Screw You, Carly Simon! If these are the good old days, then apparently I can only look forward to a swirling infinite black abyss of existential crappiness and despair where hope not only goes to die, but it has its funeral and autopsy there too.
So Screw You Carly Simon!!! Again!!! For emphasis!!!
These are...
OKAY!! Enough already!
I'm off to bed. I've decided that no matter what happens tomorrow, if I don't hear this song again, then I will consider it a good day. But I still like "You're So Vain", so if I hear that, it's all good.
Despite everything, I still found a couple of good laughs over at Humor-blogs today.
* They won. Had I been watching the game, they most certainly would have lost.
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5 comments:
You have such a lyrical way with words. :) You captured my mood perfectly.
Dude, you remind me of the time I was depressed, walked in a crappy dive of a bar(which is some how still in business) and an ac/dc song came on after one of those crappy country 'cry in my beer' tunes.... I left my budlight on the bar and kept walkin...
just turn on the holy grail, it will be all better, I promise... I am from France, where do you think I get this outrageous accent?!!
is it just me or does she look like Steven Tyler with boobs??
Paper - thanks!
Neo - my god, you're right. She did look like Steven Tyler with boobs. Of course, when I would look at this album cover when I was about 13, I don't think I ever looked up past her shoulders...
When this album came out, I too was about 13ish or so. I thought it quite scandalous that her nipples showed and obviously she had no bra - and as a new pubescent teenager I decided I was going to be exactly like her when I grew up. (I'm not, sadly.)
Might I suggest a Carly song that would be appropriate at this time?
I Haven't Got Time For the Pain
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