It’s gonna be one of those weeks when everyone of my post is music related. But I know no one will complain. Right now you’re too busy trying to pick yourselves off the floor because I’ve written twice in less than 24 hours.

Several months ago I watched this special on vh1: The top however many soft rock songs. I think it was soft rock. Pina Colada was one of them. Am I spelling that right? Oh my gosh. I love that song! It’s this story about this guy that takes out a personal ad in the paper. Or is it his wife? Can’t remember. But it’s all about walks in the rain - and Pina Coladas, and not liking Yoga and on and on they write. Well - he meets up with the person in the ad and it happens to be his own wife. They laugh and talk about how they never knew the other person didn’t like making love at midnight and walking in the rain and their mutual dislike for health food. They completely forget about the fact that they were both cheating on the other person by meeting up with another person (they hardly knew it would be their spouse!) - and they somehow rejuvenate their love for one another by the end of the rather sappy but quite catchy 3 minute soft rock song. I was in class one day and a girl was singing the song like this: If you like Enchiladas! Getting caught in the rain… No kidding. I had to take her aside and correct her. There are some songs where lyrics are crucial - and this song is one of them, damn it!

What made me think of this whole thing?

Oh yeah - my old boss called me up today and invited me out for Mexican food and “drinks”. Usually this means we’ll split a Margarita because well - she’s my alcohol connection. This past summer during a walk for Breast Cancer she supplied me with coffee and Irish Cream. I love my boss. I don’t get to see her often now that I no longer work for her (She was my boss at the gym) and I suppose it’s a good thing. I could be an alcoholic hanging around her too often! So anyways - we go off to the restaurant and they are singing Karaoke. I decide to get up and sing a few songs. Copacabana is an old CeCe standard - and what do you know - they have the Pina Colada song, too. I had to … I just had to. I brought down the house!

Before dinner and music I did attend class. I love my math teacher. I reallly do. I don’t fault him at all for teaching the worst subject ever. It’s not his fault. He has a really great sense of humor and he took pity on me and is letting me take my test a few days late. We actually voted as a class to take it later - but then he made us change our minds, telling us it would be best to take it on Thursday. We had a little talk after class. Turns out I’m pulling a low A right now in Algebra. I know. I laughed, too. But this latest chapter has me a bit … befuddled. Not to mention I also have a script to worry about and other things on my mind. I’m just a tad bit stressed and I didn’t feel I would be ready for the test on Thursday. I want to get an A on this test. I would settle for a B even. If I take the test on Thursday along with all the other brainiacs … I’ll get a C. I have several chapters to do. I told my boss…well my EX boss this when she called me up this afternoon. She insisted on taking me out for some dinner and de-stressing me. I was committed to not having a good time - but the peach Margarita was doing a good job of loosening me up. Two congo lines later I left and here I sit. Writing.

Perhaps alcohol is the answer to my writing issues.

I’m teasing.

It felt good to let go though … have a good time and forget at least momentarily about x and y and straight lines.

Back to the books…