Been Workin' All Day In The Hot Hot Sun...

Pat the White - Promised Land

Now this is a live version of the song, because it's all that I could find, but you should absolutely listen to it. It features some of the sexiest guitar riffs of all time. And I'm sure there's at least a few of you out there saying to yourselves, "guitar riffs can't be sexy." Well you're wrong.


Anyhoo.

So someone wrote this on my Facebook today:

"i had a dream that you asked me to play laser tag with you in a university building after it was closed and you assured me we wouldn't get in trouble and i trusted you and we got caught and expelled from the university.
i think that makes us even for all the spilt chow moo."

It made me incredibly happy.

And in case you're wondering what the last sentence means, here's the story. So when she says "chow moo," what she really means is "cho moo," and she just doesn't know how to spell. And cho moo, of course, is chocolate milk, my second favorite beverage of all time (just behind Mr. Pibb, which when consumed along with Red Vines = crazy delicious, so I hear).

Anyhoo, several months ago, this girl was at a party at my apartment, and somehow managed to take a header into the coffee table, and in the process of falling, smashed the table. Like, beyond repair. It's gone.

This is all well and good, except that for about a month, I kept forgetting that the table was gone. So I'd be sitting at my couch, watching Game Show Network, drinking my cho moo, and I'd go to put my my delicious beverage on the coffee table. I'd set it down, only to hear it go crashing to the ground, at which point I would remember that I didn't have a coffee table, and I had just set my cho moo down on air.

This happened several times.

Naturally, I blamed this girl for my lost cho moo. She felt badly (victory!), and proceeded to buy me a gallon of it, but I've yet to fully forgive her. In all honesty, I forgave her long ago. I can't believe that she's actually okay with taking responsibility for me being an idiot, and dropping gallons of milk at random all over my living room. But she is still under the impression that I'm upset with her, and I guess I'll just keep rolling with it.

Maybe I'll get some more cho moo out of her. Not out of her per se, more that she'll purchase me some more from the store. Eww.