i didn't feel like having tacos last night.
it was really weird, just driving by the taco stand and not stopping. because it's become a tradition... my divaville tacos.
but i wanted a hamburger. i rarely crave a specific food like that (and never hamburgers) so i obeyed my inner carnivore and went to hardee's (only a few hundred yards from the taco stand).
i waited in the slowest drive-thru lane in the history of drive-thru lanes, and when i pulled up to the window (slightly panicked that i wouldn't make it to divaville in time) the poor girl in the window looked so scattered that i instantly had pity on her. she thanked me profusely for being so patient... she said that she was running the "front line" (whatever that is) as well as the drive-thru.
when i got to the station all of the furniture in the lounge was messed up. the coffee table was on the couch. the countless mail bins were stacked together and lying on their side on another sofa. the room had a slightly funky smell, too, which the dj after me also commented on.
it's probably best not to ask questions.
after i got home from XDU i discovered a highly-anticipated netflix DVD in the mail: volume one of the muppet show! ray and i sat right down and watched both the steve martin and the carol burnett episodes. i was already grinning ear-to-ear after only watching the intro. ("it's time to play the music, it's time to dress up right...")
i'd forgotten about so many of the muppets!! scooter, the little yarn-haired guy who runs the backstage area; sam the eagle, who wanted only quality entertainment on the show; dr. bunsen honeydew (i didn't see beaker) and rowlf the piano-playing, floppy-eared dog. how i missed you all!!
i've got the rest of the available DVDs in my netflix queue now and my guess is that you'll see me smile quite a lot over these next few weeks.
speaking of smiling, i downloaded a couple of songs by boston ("smokin'", "more than a feeling", "rock and roll band") and played them for ray last night. i watched him turn into a 10-year-old kid right in front of my eyes. boston was the first album he bought with his own money as a kid (mine was "get lucky" by loverboy) and he said he must've listened to that album hundreds of times.
it was something to see... he remembered all the words, all the guitar solos (air guitar!), and when the extended improv bits would get especially "swirly". it was a beautiful sight.
Posted by xta at June 25, 2004 02:19 PM | TrackBack