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May. 6th, 2012 01:35 am
Doot doot doo doo doot doot doo doo
Cocktail Night took an odd turn somewhere about the second round of mint juleps. I don't know why Mazeppa was talking about the parody of "Tom's Diner" that mashes the song up with the "I Dream of Jeannie" theme, but I overheard enough to shriek, "I have that album!" before running downstairs to pull a huge box of CDs from the closet. Amazingly, it was in only about the third layer from the top, but I kept whipping out other favourite discs and holding them up to various guests to appreciate.
Soon after, we were gathered in the sitting room listening to some forgotten parodist sing "And Jeannie always means well / But they get in wacky trouble / She folds her arms and blinks her eyes / It's kind of like Bewitched". I went into the kitchen to mix another julep and the next song I remember hearing was from ABC. Always interesting to hear which bands someone will defend to the death and which they wish they could kill with fire, to find out which secret adolescent pleasures of yours were shared by someone halfway across the continent who you wouldn't meet for another pair of decades.
We were late getting to the bar, which didn't bother me because, despite the unholy convergence of Bear Night, Cinco de Mayo, and the Supermoon, there wasn't much afoot. I barely stayed an hour before returning to sup on TUMS and listen to a few tunes before heading to bed.
Soon after, we were gathered in the sitting room listening to some forgotten parodist sing "And Jeannie always means well / But they get in wacky trouble / She folds her arms and blinks her eyes / It's kind of like Bewitched". I went into the kitchen to mix another julep and the next song I remember hearing was from ABC. Always interesting to hear which bands someone will defend to the death and which they wish they could kill with fire, to find out which secret adolescent pleasures of yours were shared by someone halfway across the continent who you wouldn't meet for another pair of decades.
We were late getting to the bar, which didn't bother me because, despite the unholy convergence of Bear Night, Cinco de Mayo, and the Supermoon, there wasn't much afoot. I barely stayed an hour before returning to sup on TUMS and listen to a few tunes before heading to bed.