Tales From the Supermarket
Oct. 8th, 2005 08:53 pmSo, today, in a fit of "Hey, I'd like to survive the weekend" I went to the grocery store. I'm still sick and kind of weak so my food choices were kind of confined to whatever I walked past. It was strange.
But even stranger was the music. The PA started playing Stevie Nicks and Don Henley's "Leather and Lace" and I was humming along laughing to myself that this is the song
drdawn wants me to sing at her wedding. Cause that is the joke.
Then, panic set in as I realized Dawn is in a fairly serious relationship and she could potentially get married and she could just as easily have a wedding and then I would be expected to get in front of everyone and sing with a straight face "Give to me your leather. Take from me, my lace."
THEN, in a complete fit of irrationality (I blame the dehydration), I decided that Dawn probably doesn't even want me to sing at her wedding - she probably wants someone with musical ability or something and maybe her boyfriend's sister has perfect pitch and I felt totally rejected and jealous.
And then I realized that I was having a very emotional moment in the dairy section of Kroger and Don Henley hadn't even walked into her house to stay, yet.
I think I might have a fever.
But even stranger was the music. The PA started playing Stevie Nicks and Don Henley's "Leather and Lace" and I was humming along laughing to myself that this is the song
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Then, panic set in as I realized Dawn is in a fairly serious relationship and she could potentially get married and she could just as easily have a wedding and then I would be expected to get in front of everyone and sing with a straight face "Give to me your leather. Take from me, my lace."
THEN, in a complete fit of irrationality (I blame the dehydration), I decided that Dawn probably doesn't even want me to sing at her wedding - she probably wants someone with musical ability or something and maybe her boyfriend's sister has perfect pitch and I felt totally rejected and jealous.
And then I realized that I was having a very emotional moment in the dairy section of Kroger and Don Henley hadn't even walked into her house to stay, yet.
I think I might have a fever.