When the Ghetto Gourmet comes to your town, don’t miss the chance to eat good food in a stranger’s house. You might end up reuniting with old friends. Tandi, Julie, David (not pictured) and I worked together more than ten years ago at UT. Chef Josh was our boss back then, and that man has a way to make your evening turn into… well, kind of what you see here.
May I also recommend taking your balloon-animal-hat party over to Brass Monkey for late-night, reckless Karaoke.
Song: “I Believe in a Thing Called Love”
Maybe this week I’ll have a “Songs I Used To Hate, But Now I Love” theme.
I have blown my voice out a number of times singing this song at the top of my lungs. It was in a sketch we did for about a year, where I was pleading through song to stop a break-up in the front seat of a car. It was the only sketch I wrote that my troupe did for a length of time.
Song: “Hung Up”
Last night I played this song on my iPod for a girl who hadn’t heard it yet. She stood in a crowded patio and rocked out like her own little commercial for portable music devices. I wanted her to hear it because I seem to be the only person who remembers when the lyrics for this song were on Like a Prayer, in the Prince-penned “Love Song.”
Song: “Crazy In Love”
Years. It took years to get this song out of my head, and now it’s all ruined.
In discussing this song, someone else already said it best:
How different is the UK PS2? Because I really, really, really want to play SingStar.
Okay, I just have to add a few stories to the songs, in case Dan’s too modest and/or actually working to include them.
Burn: This is the song we give newbies when we want to be mean.
Careless Whisper: When Dan takes the microphone, it’s like George Michael comes and visits our house. Continue reading
The morning after the wedding, we woke up and listened to this song in bed and thought about how happy we were and how perfectly the wedding went and how lucky we were to have these amazing friends and family who braved the rain and snow and winds and this strange waterfall that happens on our front steps when it pours outside. Continue reading