I gone done somethin’ stupid. I bought me a Halloween costume last night. Reckoned it would be a good purchase. Now, I tell you what, I’m regrettin’ it. Ma would be so disappointed if she knew I done went and spent mah hard earned money on a Superman costume, cape and all.
So, basically, last night I bought a Superman costume. Out of all the available costumes, I liked the Superman one the most. It was either that, or a sexy nurse. But I was worried if I bought the nurse costume, and an actual emergency did arise, I would feel kind of silly in the presence of real nurses, aka real superheroes. At least if I’m dressed like Superman, there is very, very little chance the real Superman shows up, and I have to go through that whole conversation, you know: “Well this is embarrassing! We’re both wearing the same thing! You have to change Superman, because I was here first. You may be immune to bullets, but you’re not immune to party rules!”
Now let’s move on to current events, shall we? Today is the birth day of one of the company execs. Do I wish him a Happy Birthday? Do I order a bouquet of flowers and have them delivered to his cubicle? Do I compose a rap song about his merits as an exec and perform it in front of the office? Who knows? Who knows what brilliant homage I will come up with to adequately commemorate the birth of our fearless leader?
On a more personal note, guess who is going dancing tonight? Me! Guess who listened to someone talk about the importance of dancing yesterday? Me! I’d like to tell the story:
My co-worker and I decided to go to the ice cream shop after a fine meal at Chipotle yesterday. In the shop, a woman behind the counter with a lovely accent asked us what we would like to order. My co-worker said, “Hmm, I think I want one of those coffee smoothies. Oh! I love this song! It’s such a great song to dance to!” The song my co-worker loved was none other than Wham’s pop sensation “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go.”
The woman behind the counter, who had already been swaying along to the music, lit up. “YES! It is so important to dance!” She said excitedly. Then she continued, with a big smile: “There are so many troubles, and the men, they think they are the kings, but they are terrible. We have to worry about the children, cooking, keeping the house clean, the money, always the money! We are so worried! But the men, they do not care. They are kings! They go out and come home at 2am, and you ask them, ‘Where were you?’ and they yell, ‘NONE OF YOUR FU**ING BUSINESS!’ and they beat you. And the next night they come home at 4am, and they beat you, you know?!”
I stared. She said all of this with a really big smile.
My co-worker laughed heartily and said, “Yes! You know, they say there are Four F’s for relationships: Fidelity, Finance, Freedom, and French fries.” (Actually, I could only remember two of the ones she listed. I found Freedom in a google search for the words, and then made up French fries. I didn’t want my co-workers to catch me googling things like ‘Why marriages fail.’ That would be odd.)
So then the woman behind the counter replied, “YES! YES! It’s true! We have to always worry! Always worrying! But we can do it, because we are strong. God made us strong. And we have to dance you know!” She threw up her hands and wiggled. “We must remember to dance!”
And my co-worker and I laughed and nodded in agreement.
As we went to order our desserts, the next song that came on was strangely appropriate Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.”
Alright, that’s all I have to share. Have a great weekend!
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