Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Well, I warned in the post below that New Year’s additions might be sparse, but it turned out more complicated than I had thought. You see, one of Mrs. R’s aunts died – suddenly but not unexpectedly – over the weekend, so there was more knee-bent running around advancing behavior than even I had anticipated.
Anyhoo, the upshot was that while Mrs. R went up to Lon Guyland to see to her aunt’s remembrances, teh Gels and I traveled to the vast but secure land holdings of the Former Llama Military Correspondent, there to participate in our joint families’ twenty-first Noo Year celebration together.
Because ol’ Robbo’s Wrangler won’t hold four adults and luggage, we took teh Eldest Gel’s Honda CRV. Because it was her ride, I respected her choice of musick and asked no questions about the 180-odd tunes she synched up on her iWhatever for the trip.
Teh Eldest is, shall we say, eccentric. As I’ve said before, she believes Freddy Mercury was the greatest musickal genius ever to have lived. Thus, her playlist was chockabloc with Queen. What I hadn’t realized is that she has been pushing out in her taste for Classic Rock. As we cruised down the highway, I got a hefty sampling of ’60’s, 70’s and 80’s icons: Aerosmith, Rush, Huey Lewis, Elton John, the Beatles, the guys who sang “Sister Christian”, Rockwell. She also threw in some Sinatra.
One of teh Gel’s tunes was “Tainted Love”, the Soft Cell cover. Foolishly, ol’ Robbo noted that he actually bought that album back in the day in the hope of impressing the “cool” kids with which he was trying to hang out.
Teh Gel nearly put the car into the ditch laughing over that one.
“Wait, wait, ” she gasped, “Were you trying to get in with the band geeks?”
“Well…..yes,” I admitted.
“Oh, ha ha haaah. I knew it! ” she said.
Shut up. And get off my lawn.