Wah Wah Wa-Wah-Wah

{please note that this post is written on exactly 8 minutes of sleep and therefore might really, really suck. You have been warnedd. -The mgmt.}

Last night I went out with a client and dined at the very swank Davio's in the Back Bay. I got the steak. It was good. I liked it a lot. I also had 3 martinis.  Which meant I was just begging to mess with my sleep, stupid alcohol.  Basically, I haven't gone to sleep yet (if you see your blog has hits around 3-4 a.m., yeah, that was me).  I mentioned this fact to my manager and I must look pretty spent because he suggested me taking a nap in the conference room.  The offer...very tempting, I must admit.

At dinner we got to talking about our wild, alcohol soaked, "misspent" 20s.  The woman with whom I was breaking bread was telling a story about a Saratoga weekend with some friends. One afternoon was sponsored by Pimms and the group was knocking back cups of the stuff pretty good.  Some guy ("short, with a lisp") was apparently smitten by my friend and later that day, took her to dinner where she was still feeling pretty good (read: very drunk). At some point during dinner, she noticed that she staring about an inch from her mashed potatoes. Apparently, the guy didn't even notice that she was  basically sleeping in her food and continued to talk to her as if this was normal dinner behavior and then even asked her to hit the night club after dinner.  Yeah.

I decided to share my embarrassing date story. I was at the bar Bourbon Street and was dancing with the really, cute, cool guy named Matt. We exchanged numbers and ended up dating briefly.  One night he asked me, "so, you remember taking my shoe and saying you wouldn't give it back unless I promised I'd call you?"  (!) Um, Noooooo. For a while, I didn't even believe him. "You LIE!" Sadly, he was not. Somehow I managed to get this guy to hand over his shoe on a gross, beer soaked dance floor as I stood there holding it back making him swear up & down that he'd call.  THE HELL?? I don't recall that at all nor do I understand why I would resort to extortion-like tactics to get a date.   I am hoping I was being cute, and/or funny about it cuz man, that just reads desperate in a really bad way. Hey, at least I'm memorable.

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Okay, Dawn wrote the word "doobie" in the comments on a prior post and now I have the song "Doo bee doo bee doooooo" as sung to the tune "Strangers in the Night" and cannot for the life of me get it to leave.  I don't know what's worse - the sleep deprivation thing or this song.  Worse even (if there could be), is that the song then goes into another random song: Christopher Cross's "Run Ride Like the Wind".  At first I thought that it was because Michael McDonald sings backup on the song, I thought the was one of the Doobie Brothers (which he's not, I looked it up) so now I really  have no idea why this song is in my brain. Anyway, thanks a bunch...DAWN.

{doo bee, doo bee dooooo....}

Updated to add:

From my my friend Andrea:

...Cause, if you're saying Michael McDonald isn't a Doobie Brother...well, I'll just have to argue with you...while its true he is no longer a doobie brother, he was indeed at one time (I can reference
songs and albums if you don't believe me...)

Okay, so I didn't say my research was all that uh, extensive when I looked it up, but at least that makes sense to me now.  I guess I shouldn't doubt my original gut feeling.

And um, as Andrea also corrects:

and side note...its "Ride Like the Wind"...I'm just sayin.... :)

Oh, yeah. Right. I knew that.

EIGHT MINUTES, PEOPLE. EIGHT WHOLE MINUTES OF SLEEP is what I'm working on.

Thanks, Andrea! 

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My sister Kate called me this morning and I guess in Mommy World having no kids (both dropped off at daycare) and no work and no appointments to go to is a big deal. She is beyond giddy as this is the first time that all of these have coincided.  She decided to start her big day of freedom by going to Starbucks. "I"m actually  WALKING *IN* the store! And with no 3 year old tugging at me!" but felt panicked at the idea of ordering.  "How the hell do you order here? I don't know what to do."   She ordered "something" and took her first sip and choked which resulted in whipped cream coming out her nose.   [*sigh*] Amateurs.

Baby steps, Kate. Baby steps.

(By the way, the peppermint mocha is back. Whoo-hoo!)

 

Comments

[Nancy]

Damn, now I've got "Down doobie do down down, comma comma down doobie do down down, comma comma, down doobie do down down, breaking up is hard to do!" (neil sedaka) in my head. A total flashback from my mom's favorites when I was a child.

I had a kid-free, work-free day today too. Hit Starbucks AND IKEA AND TJ Maxx. Got a gingerbread latte (my favorite) but those damn Starbucks SOBs got my order messed up. Hate those MFs. But love IKEA and I got the cutest suit at TJ Maxx.

I'm rambling too. I got more than 8 minutes sleep but not by much due to young child who shall be sold.

[OnceMore]

NANCY!!! what the hell!? Now THAT will be stuck in my head. RAGE!!

Ikea, TJ, and Starbucks all in one day? Kid free? Nicely done, miss.

Maybe they should have "kid rentals"? You know, when you feel like having them around, you can pick one up at Kidbusters.

[Dawn]

Why the hell are you still awake?

I wanna hear some funky dixieland, pretty mama come and take me by the hand.
By the hand, take me by the hand pretty mama, wanna dance with your daddy ALL night long.

[Dawn]

And now I've gotten you back for making me sing "Hold me Closer Tony Danzahhh"

[OnceMore]

I have some truly fucking evil internet friends.
GOD.

STOP. THE. INSANITY.
STOP IT!

[Nancy]

STOP! In the name of love! Before you break my heart!

[Elizabeth]

As long as we're doing the evil songs stuck in our heads, here's what's been TORTURING me for days.

"Let it lift you up
Let it get you high
Shake your body, let your spirit fly
Hey baby I'll give you a lift"

What is this evil, oddly drug-referenced song? A SHAMPOO commercial. It might be Garnier Nutrisse, I'm not even sure, the song is so mind-suckingly irritating that I don't even pay attention to the product it's supposed to be selling me. Stop the Insanity, indeed!

[roo]

I don't know what *you're* complaining about: I've had the Backstreet Boys in my head for days now because of you (though it's totally making me laugh to myself like a crazy woman).

Speaking of crazy-making: I've been around the world and I I I, I can't find my baby...

Now I think I'll go roll myself a doobie.

[OnceMore]

It would appear I have little if no pull on my own damn blog.

To the ladies who like to be evil and all sorts of wrong: It's on. Revenge? Will be mine. And it will be sweet. very, very sweet.
p.s. I know show tunes.

[Steph]

Peppermint Mocha Latte's at Starbuck are incredible! We should start a movement to make them a year round beverage!