Wednesday, January 16, 2002
#1: While driving back to Connecticut with yet another load of stuff, I was followed for a while by a rather cute woman in her Subaru who was obviously having a great time singing along to whatever she was listening to. This really made me happy because it told me that (1) I'm not a loser nor a lunatic for singing along to the radio or the MP3 player and (2) it got me more into what I was listening to. It was a sunny day, I was bombing down the Mass Pike at around 80 miles an hour, the music was cranked, I was listening to 2 of my favorite DJs (who are sometimes referred to as "Ingus & Dingus," which cracks me up) on one of my favorite radio stations. For several moments, I forgot all my troubles and worries. Music's great that way.
#2: You remember that old '80s song, "Party All the Time" by Eddie Murphy? You know, the one where the chorus goes:
My girl wants to party all the time
Party all the time
Party all the time...
Well, this song is definitely not meant to be sung by anyone with a Boston accent. Someone in my building had probably heard it on the radio, then got it stuck in her head because she was singing it to herself on her way down in the elevator with me. Unfortunately, with a Boston accent, it sounded like she was singing this:
My girl wants to potty all the time
Potty all the time
Potty all the time...
You can't imagine how hard it was to keep a straight face.
Posted by Keith @ 08:31 PM ·
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