As I was dragging my hungover ass to McDonald's for my MUST HAVE post-drinking lunch*, I stopped at the first window to pay/rummage through my pockets/try to remember what the hell I did with my debit card, when I heard music coming from the car in front of me. Correction: it was so loud, I actually felt the music, throbbing somewhere behind my right temple.
*filet of fish, large fries and a strawberry shake. I don't know if it's the salt, the vegetable lard or the reconstituted strawberries in fake dairy goodness that helps, but it always settles my beer stomach.
The seventeenish year old drive-thru teller nodded her head in the car's direction and told me that the driver was playing that song for her.
I said, "Aw, that's sweet, right?"
She replied, "Very. We hooked up last night, and that's our song."
Romance isn't dead, but you might have to buy a happy-meal to find it.
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McDonalds strawberry shakes rock. They're better than McFlurries or Mcanythings.
That really is sweet! I will try to remember that playing a song so loud that it affects me physically could just be a Public Display of Affection. That will keep me from glowering and muttering under my breath. I hope.
;)t
Why are grasshoppers so noisy? It's because they're singing to woo their partners. They have as many as 400 distinct songs, which they sing during their courtship and mating cycles. Some males have a different song for each distinct mating period - for example, there may be a flirting song, then a mating song.
Man...add extra tartar sauce and you just listed my favorite Mickey D's meal. Now we can do post hangover lunch together. We'll speak in a fake French accent and giggle at everything. Thursday good for you?
that is so very romantic. if only he had yelled out the window, "that's my bitch!"
i saw your note on julie's space. hooray! yes, Little Fish died today. the format change in Spaces rendered her vegetative, so i pulled the plug today and started a new one. i tried blogspot, but it was just requiring too much thinking, and i have that much to spare.
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Crap! Now I'm starving!
A science teacher once explained to me that since drinking dehydrates you, and salt makes you retain water, that's why you crave salt The Next Morning.
At least, that's what I think he said. We were both pretty drunk.
i wish my life was that simple
Molecular Turtle: well, except for those fried pumpkin pie thingys they make in the fall...
Terri: you like 80's music - play it louder!
anonymous: Do you mean...crickets? ;)
Sher: tartar sauce would be better...if it didn't always land in my LAP!
Patresa: Resurrected! Yay!
Kat: I hope you remembered the 6-pack..
wonderturtle: that's what my drunken science teacher told me about chocolate! ;)
Leah: Nah, challenging/character-building/tough knocks is always the way to go (well, hopefully).
Love this, Indigo.
However, that would've been me when I was 17. Pathetic, I know.
Now- I need to try your hangover recipe. Sounds disgusting, but when you're hurting, it doesn't matter.
Sarah: the only thing that would be better? If they could deliver...and I'm SO glad you're not 17 :)
The tarter sauce always ends up on my boobs, but that filet O fish is some fine eatin! lol
I'm a snob when it comes to milk shakes. It's got to have real ice cream, real strawberries blended with real bananas, or, I'll only drink half if it. LOL I love red raspberries and bananas too.
Ahhhhh romance and a happy meal, who would have thought? BIG HUGS, Steph
Priceless. I miss the days when "our song" meant something.
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