March 4, 2008

• CARB UP

  HEY! I detected some sass in comments. Subbing to me means occasionally having to listen to my rambling about teen pop. I’m watching you.

  The complete parenthetical statement I never finished in my last entry pertained to my car accident in 2005, when my sister and I were rear-ended at about 40 mph (click to enlarge for the full fun).
  

  The car didn’t make it (RIP ’96 Mercury Sable) but something loosened
  in my spine, so now I can arch my back and make horrible cracking
  noises . . . no morning is complete without it! There you go – now it’s
  irrelevant, but at the time it was very pertinent. HIDDEN TALENT.

  NEXT, if you look at my last.fm, I’ve listened to You Can’t Stop The Beat about 20 times in the past day and a half. The song is like Prozac for your ears; I want it to be played at my funeral so everyone will be dancing around in the aisles. I love tight, dense harmonies, and that’s what the entire second half of the song is comprised of, give or take some sassy gospel singing. Can I get a witness?

  The problem, though, is that the whole thing is about 160 beats per minute and the lyrics fly by, so I’ve been walking to and from work singing along to the parts I know and trying to learn the words to the rest. I’m sure it makes me look like a particularly stable individual.

  I saw Hairspray on Saturday night after a pretty dumb trip to Connecticut (I wanted to go out of state and walk around somewhere I had never been before and accomplished both) . . . essentially, they sell 24 front-row seats before every performance and I won one! In the show, resident heartthrob Link Larkin is played by former teen pop sensation Ashley Parker Angel, who I was certifiably obsessed with in high school . . . so for the better part of two hours, yours truly was ten feet away from the guy she had lusted after for far longer than she would care to admit.

  The girls who I sat with and I stayed at the stage door after the show to meet everyone, and he was self-deprecating, funny and cuter than he was back in the day . . . and I’m glad my Ashley fever had died down significantly, because we actually talked and I was both coherent and reasonable.

   . . . but I did print the picture from my digital camera of the two of us and hang it up in my room. Call it vindication for my high school self.

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