Happy Monday.
I had a horrible nightmare last night and wasn't really able to fall back asleep (Walking Dead premiere triggered it, I guess.) The nightmare didn't even really make much sense, but it was intense and scary. Let's just say I'm going to be avoiding Dave & Buster's for a long time.
So while I could have gone a scary route with today's selection and get ready for Halloween, I decided to do the exact opposite.
This one is for my sweetheart and my best friend. Thanks for being there at 2:30 am when I needed you.
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Monday, October 12, 2015
Monday, January 20, 2014
Music Monday - "A Little Respect" by Erasure
True story.
I was a freshman in high school, only 14 years old, and had a crush on our marching band's 2nd Drum Major*, Kurt Aufderheide. He was blonde, blue-eyed, tall and Mormon. (Now that I think about it, I had a thing for blondes in high school.) I do not think that I ever had a real conversation with Kurt; he was a senior like my brother and ate lunch on the upper quad, whereas I was with all the other freshmen by our lockers, too scared to leave the safety of a mass group.
One afternoon, I called our local pop radio station, Star 100.7, and requested that they play a song. The conversation went something like this:
DJ: Star 100.7! Who is this?
Me: Ummm. Glynis?
DJ: Hey Gwyneth, what's going on?
Me: Uhhh, can you play a song for me? A Little Respect by Erasure?
DJ: Sure thing, who do you want to dedicate this too?
Me: (not expecting this) Oh, um? Kurt Aufderhide? *stunned that this came out of my mouth*
DJ: Ooo! Is this your boyfriend?
Me: NO!!!
DJ: Well does he have your number?
Me: I'm sure he can figure out where to get it.
DJ: Alright then! Here's Erasure with "A Little Respect" going out to Kurt Aufderheide from Gwyneth!
Even though the DJ called me Gwyneth, everyone knew it was me. Didn't matter though because I taped it onto a cassette (did you know they record those conversations during the commercials, not live?) and planed to give that tape to Kurt.
The next day at school, I got up the nerve to take the tape to Kurt (I think my phone number was written on the outside.) He was surrounded by a bunch of girls and somehow I got the nerve to break in and give him the tape, say a squeeky "Hi!" and run away.
He never called.
And I think he got a Mormon girlfriend a few weeks later. She was blonde, blue-eyed and played the trumpet. AND A FRESHMAN!
Where's Kurt today?
In Baghdad. Being awesome. Getting awards. And political stuff. Working on labor issues and probably solving world hunger.
Me?
Jets for the 0.01%.
Living the dream!
We won Tournament of Champions that year. 1992 Field Show. And if you don't believe how awesome marching band can be, you gotta check out this video... of us... THE EMERALD BRIGADE!
*The 2nd Drum Major is at the back of the field, so that when you march facing away from the front, you can still keep in time.
I was a freshman in high school, only 14 years old, and had a crush on our marching band's 2nd Drum Major*, Kurt Aufderheide. He was blonde, blue-eyed, tall and Mormon. (Now that I think about it, I had a thing for blondes in high school.) I do not think that I ever had a real conversation with Kurt; he was a senior like my brother and ate lunch on the upper quad, whereas I was with all the other freshmen by our lockers, too scared to leave the safety of a mass group.
One afternoon, I called our local pop radio station, Star 100.7, and requested that they play a song. The conversation went something like this:
DJ: Star 100.7! Who is this?
Me: Ummm. Glynis?
DJ: Hey Gwyneth, what's going on?
Me: Uhhh, can you play a song for me? A Little Respect by Erasure?
DJ: Sure thing, who do you want to dedicate this too?
Me: (not expecting this) Oh, um? Kurt Aufderhide? *stunned that this came out of my mouth*
DJ: Ooo! Is this your boyfriend?
Me: NO!!!
DJ: Well does he have your number?
Me: I'm sure he can figure out where to get it.
DJ: Alright then! Here's Erasure with "A Little Respect" going out to Kurt Aufderheide from Gwyneth!
Even though the DJ called me Gwyneth, everyone knew it was me. Didn't matter though because I taped it onto a cassette (did you know they record those conversations during the commercials, not live?) and planed to give that tape to Kurt.
The next day at school, I got up the nerve to take the tape to Kurt (I think my phone number was written on the outside.) He was surrounded by a bunch of girls and somehow I got the nerve to break in and give him the tape, say a squeeky "Hi!" and run away.
He never called.
And I think he got a Mormon girlfriend a few weeks later. She was blonde, blue-eyed and played the trumpet. AND A FRESHMAN!
Where's Kurt today?
Me?
Jets for the 0.01%.
Living the dream!
We won Tournament of Champions that year. 1992 Field Show. And if you don't believe how awesome marching band can be, you gotta check out this video... of us... THE EMERALD BRIGADE!
*The 2nd Drum Major is at the back of the field, so that when you march facing away from the front, you can still keep in time.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
It Isn't Relevant to the Story
In the wee small hours of this morning -
Hubster: Oh yeah, what?
G: I was in Oregon and I was getting married-
H: -wait a minute!
G: What?
H: Well, who was the groom?
G: He's not relevant to the story.
H: You're getting married and the groom isn't relevant to the story?
G: No, because I didn't even get to the wedding. Anyway, it was raining and I was in a golf cart and then I went down a chute.
H: A chute?
G: Yeah, like chutes and ladders. A chute!
H: Okay, then what?
G: The chute spit me out into a pool with a bunch of people who added me to their water polo / dodge ball team-
H: You're all wet and clammy. Appraently you brought the rain out with you from the dream.
G: Dream rain?
H: That should be your catch phrase... DREAM RAIN!
G: No, people at work already think I'm weird enough.
H: Okay, fine. Then how about "it isn't relevant to the story."
G: *sigh*
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