You know, when I embed videos (veeeedeos) for you, I do my best to find the ridiculousest version of said veedeo.
I just want you to know, I want that man in my house at all times, screeching, "ARE YOU READY TO ROCK AND ROLL?" I want him in the bathroom when I am peeing, I want him in the laundry room, I demand he be at my coffeemaker. Just growling that question at me.
And you know? Sometimes I will be ready to rock and roll. Sometimes I won't. That's what'll keep it interesting.
"Oh, the guy screeching? I hired him. Don't worry about it. You want something to drink?"
Oh. And I think the long 'fro thing needs to come back for men. It's universally flattering.
So, HI! How are you? Are you ready to ROCK AND ROLL???? All 16 of you who comment today need to address that question, or I will delete you. And come to your house and give you a long 'fro perm. With my Toni Home Kit.
The POINT of naming this already-necessary post "In the dark" was because ...friend and I spent most of last night in that very state.
Here is an actual unretouched photo of us having dinner, and this reminds me that my photography seminar has filled up, and I'm sorry, but I'll be scheduling another soon. Those of you on the waiting list will be the first to know.
We did not go to a mine, ...friend and me, rather it was just some normal restaurant with outdoor seating, but somehow we got placed in the oh-dear-god-people-are-trying-to-EAT,-place-those-two-in-the-dark section. Everyone ELSE had lights near their table. We? Had no lights.
Also the cheetah-print pointy t-shirt. That needs to return. Hulk, go shopping now. Start a trend. Unless you already have one. Can someone please waste their Saturday Photoshopping the long man 'fro onto a photo of Hulk? Thank you.
Can you hear Journey without thinking about slow dances with boys? For all I know, Hulk and I danced to this. Hulk, did we ever slow dance in high school?
MY POINT IS, there ...friend and I were, trying to eat but quite literally not being able to see a THING, and a few times I pointed my phone light at our plates to make sure we weren't consuming baby fingers or something, and somehow ...friend asked me what my favorite Journey song was. I mean. That's like choosing one of my kids. How can I do it? Nevertheless, I picked Stay Awhile, which I have just placed a veeedeo of here right now, and I didn't even mean to tie everything together so nicely but I HAVE TALENT. And I'm ready to rock and rollllll.
After the dark dinner we went across the street to a dark bar. Well, the bar itself was well-lit, actually, but we sat (wait for it) outside again and (wait for it) it was dark. We did go inside briefly to play fuseball, which I used to like doing till I played with that ruthless arse.
"I've never heard you swear this much," said ...friend, as yet another ball careened into my thing, which sounds way dirtier than it was. Honest to God, I had no chance. And the one time I DID actually knock my ball into his thingamabob (what the hell is it called?) I sincerely think he was just letting me, so I'd stop swearing like Ozzy.
The only good news is someone had their DOGGIE POOCHIE POO! outside, and he was BEAUTIFUL and you can imagine how I left this alone. Who was a delightful and attentive companion the whole time the dog was there? Was it me? Oh he was such a good dog. He eventually just laid down and lifted his dog eyebrows everywhere. My dogs would have drunk everyone's beer, and pawed people's laps, and used stranger's cell phones to call Zanzibar and just created general disruption and discomfort.
I guess that's all I have to tell you about yesterday. I got a copy editing test from a place I had applied to, and have gone to all the trouble of printing it out, and there it sits on the printer while I blog at you, so thanks for standing in the way of me and my impressive career tract. When I do send back said test, Ima say, "Attached please find my copy editing test. I would love to discuss this position further, and ARE YOU READY TO ROCK AND ROLLLLLL?"
Faithful Reader Just Paula is comment of the week. AGAIN. But when she was mistaken for dead earlier this week it was just an explosion of Paula flavor and she had to be awarded for the 900th time. You know what Paula probably is? Ready to rock and--
Okay, Ill stop.
