Spicy Song Of The Week

And by THE week, I mean LAST week.

I can explain. Just not here. I'm not interested sharing with the blogosphere just what has been distracting me from writing. I will say she's very cute. Along with homework, various jobs, family and friends, I had to build a new back burner farther back than any burner before, and that's where blogging ended up.

So with a focus on last week, let's see..

I made the bold move of asking a girl out on a REAL date, and then as soon as she said yes, I disappeared for five days to work the Calgary Auto Show. Good move...let the suspense grow.

Anyways, I worked the Autoshow. For Dodge. Now I don't care one bit if you like Dodge, or Ford, or GMC. I don't care whether you like trucks. I don't even care if you like cars in general.  What gets me wound up is when stupid truck people  feel like I need to know what kind of truck they have, and how there's is so much better than any dodge truck. I became quite the smartass with these people, pulling out words longer than their handlebar moustaches in order to confuse them and encourage them to leave me alone. Truck people who come to the autoshow freak me out. Depress me. Make me feel ashamed for western culture. THEY are the cliche, typical people we imagine when we try and describe our civilization's consumerist flaws. Global warming? Truck people. Wasting of resources? Truck people. Poor money management, terrible health, low education....................................truck people. They came out in HERDS to the autoshow, drooling and puking and stumbling around half drunk to put greasy fingers all over the highly polished cars, emotionally battered blonde bombshell girlfriend in tow, overshadowed by the 'beauty' of a diesel engine.

Don't get me wrong...not ALL truck people are like this. There were some regular, smart, funny, and healthy people passionate about these trucks. But the concentration of degenerates in the Dodge area versus the Jaguar, Land Rover, or even just Honda area? It's no coincidence. But alas, they pay me well to smile and convince people that Dodge is awesome, and if anyone can act the part, it's me. Plus they cleaned up the puke pretty quickly. Money in the bank!

So a bold move followed by an eyebrow raising five days summarizes last week pretty well. I didn't have much of a chance to listen to music, but I wanted to throw in a band that has eluded this playlist thus far, so after the long rant, let's get to it.

Myriad Harbour

The New Pornographers

Challengers

This is not their best song. It's just that Darcy and I used to play this song. We didn't quite know all the words, so we'd make them up. With a whopping three chords, it sure did challenge our ability....ok not really, but it was fun. It was chill. We just took it one verse at a time and had fun the whole way. It's a metaphor for my new outlook on relationships. One day at a time, and it better be fun. Oh...and so far? it's been fun. And so unexpected.

In general right now, though, I'm just waiting for summer. I feel like 'fun' is on hold until there's no such thing as papers and midterms. One day at a time, and I'll try not to get completely burnt out.