WAY OUT WEST

Love In This Club

Alpha works in a restaurant--a rather popular restaurant in the M-town. This is important to bring up if you're not a fellow staffer reading this (I forget whether we have an outside appeal).
...To say Mother's Day brunch was the Spirit Rape of the Century is an understatement. God love all those who decided to come out today IN THIS ECONOMY...
In any event, my afternoon was mostly filled with drinking on the company dime, then drinking some more while seeing Iron Man 2 (ScarJo sucks dicks in hell), and then drinking a little bit more (so close to being a mafia wife minus any real mafia connections!). Lotta drinking, you see...
Then, while rounding out my drunken routine (McDonalds #2 with a diet coke, thank you), this song came on. Mind you, Memphis has a new "Generation X" station, which is extremely hit or miss (sometimes you hear Color Me Badd, mostly you hear Barenaked Ladies), but I had yet to hear this track. In years. And it sort of, for a whole four minutes, brought me back to earth.
Cuz sometimes your mom's dying on Mother's Day, and you're overworked and waaay underpaid, and guys that broke your face (and guys that threatened to break your face) just keeping showing up, but still, y'know what? It's all okay. I actually pulled the car over by Pillow's house (it's on the way) to stop and sing along (I still know all the words, after 15 years). Please do enjoy...

Merry Birthday!!

It's (kind of) spring, which brings us two things: Able's birthday and a marked turn in television tastes. In the colder months I tend to watch a lot of period pieces, history channel documentaries, and smart comedies. As the weather warms my taste (like my mood) moves towards the carefree, the base, the downright tasteless. Many a spring day during the college years was spent lolling around town and parking it on Able's couch to watch Cops and Dog the Bounty Hunter. Anyway, here's to spring and here's to Able; I'm endlessly happy that you were born. No ice in paradise!

Si Se Puede--Spears and Obama and Aughts

I may or may not have made it clear, dear readers, that I love Britney Spears (so much, in fact, that I'm writing a book about her seminal last album, Blackout, as I anxiously wait for the new one to drop). And here she is actually doing proper press for it. The Obama phraseology, loose waves, heathered grey, and candid pose say 2008. The obligatory stomach flash and piercing, denim mini, and 'HOT ISSUE' moniker say 2000. It's clever.

Able, get with. They still make music videos...

...and sometimes they remind you of the good ol' days when "music video" actually meant something. Gloria Steinem, eat your fucking heart out....