Frog and Goat

Today I spent a lot of time in meetings. The last meeting of the day made me think about how strange it is that the most comfortable looking chairs I’ve sat in today have turned out to be the most uncomfortable. My butt was in serious revolt by the time the last meeting rolled around and I couldn’t take the slouch mode so I chose instead to shift around in my chair. I’m sure folks wondered if I needed a tube of the PrepH. My saving grace is that I tend to fidget anyway so they probably didn’t even notice.

I’m not sure what we’re having for dinner tonight but what I want is a big bowl of popcorn. I like mine with Lowery’s Season Salt and a moderate amount of melted butter.

On the way home today I listened to Me’Shell Ndegeocello’s Plantation Lullabies CD. I put “If That’s Your Boyfriend (He Wasn’t Last Night)” on repeat and sang along. That song always makes me think of my friend J.H. because she’ll bring up the following story and then crack up. It makes me laugh every single time I hear the song.

J.H. and I worked at a very conservative bank back in the mid-90s. She still works for a spin-off of that bank. Only they aren’t so conservative anymore. The bank was so conservative that one day I wore a tailored suit and got the up and down look from one of my colleagues. The look was I can’t believe you wore pants today. The bank finally decided to go with a strict interpretation of business casual on Fridays. Then the bank got sold and I know that casual rules in some parts of that bank.

Anyway, it was Christmas time and the boss had provided our department with a boom box. The boom box sat in the middle of our portion of the floor and was strictly for holiday music. I brought in a mix tape of holiday music and snuck it into the tape player after the hundredth playing of KennyFuckingG. My mix tape played merrily and included blues versions of many holiday standards. Everything was just fine until the tape flipped to the other side and Me’Shell started belting out “But if that’s you boyfriend he wasn’t last night”. A hush fell over the office and I purposely let a few more lyrics go by before I rushed to the boom box and put KennyFuckingG back on rotation.

I mentioned several weeks ago that a new radio station is out there in the ether. The new station now has DJs and some commercials but not an annoying amount, thank goodness. The station is actually in Williamsburg which is just under an hour from here. So that means that I can’t listen to this station all the time which is a shame. Their transmitter isn’t big enough to cover all of Richmond and their station numbers are very close to some other station so my car radio gets confused about which station to pick. Brilliantly enough my boom box brings in the amazing new radio station just fine. So, when I’m on the computer, I try to remember to listen to the new station. And, it is a challenge to remember to turn on the radio since I’ve been living in the black, dark nothingness of radio for so long that I haven’t flipped on the radio in ages.

They are now playing a song off Melissa Etheridge’s Never Enough album. That album came out in 1992 and I can count on one hand how often I’ve heard anything off that album except when I play my cassette copy of it. My favorite song off that album is “Must Be Crazy for Me”. I totally dig that song and it brings back great memories of hanging out with my friend J at her apartment doing a bunch of nothing. Her apartment complex had a big sign out front that had the words “Broadmoor, A Rental Community”. The better-half and I still call it the mental community.