Trumpets make everything sound good |
So what happened to Ska? Anyone? Doesn't a trumpet make anything sound good! I actually forgot about Ska until my recent vacation with an old friend, (clarification: old as in long-time-childhood friend, not old as in wrinkles and liver spots.)
Childhood friends are a funny type of friend - especially if you live in completely different places. It's hard to keep in constant touch with them about everyday events of your life because they don't know any of the people, places, or things you want to reference. One of my childhood best friends and I connect maybe once a month or so - and give each other highlights of the past few weeks of our lives in a basic, generalized way, ( i.e. got a new job, went on a date with a new boy etc.). I wouldn't name the company, or the boy for that matter. I'd refer to the new job as something like, "new marketing job", and I'd assign the boy a demeaning nickname based on a defining characteristic (i.e. "Firefighter Boy", "Cop-portunity", "Snake Kisser", etc.)
Childhood friends are a funny type of friend - especially if you live in completely different places. It's hard to keep in constant touch with them about everyday events of your life because they don't know any of the people, places, or things you want to reference. One of my childhood best friends and I connect maybe once a month or so - and give each other highlights of the past few weeks of our lives in a basic, generalized way, ( i.e. got a new job, went on a date with a new boy etc.). I wouldn't name the company, or the boy for that matter. I'd refer to the new job as something like, "new marketing job", and I'd assign the boy a demeaning nickname based on a defining characteristic (i.e. "Firefighter Boy", "Cop-portunity", "Snake Kisser", etc.)
My friend that I just vacationed with, I'll refer to her as "Giraffe Face" from here on out (she knows why), actually only talks to me about once or twice a year. We've fallen into the creepy routine of having nothing to do with each other until about March, at which point we decide to go on a random vacation together. We meet up and it feels like nothing has ever changed. We fall back into a comfortable friendship like we still see each other everyday in Gr.11 English class. As the old, lame, Girl Scouts saying goes, "Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver, the other is gold." Laugh it up blog readers but there is truth to this ridiculous saying. I like to think of my old friends as "gold", because even though gold is something you don't wear everyday, and mostly keep locked up in your jewelery box - it's something that you treasure, and something you will never get rid of.
This is me in the mornings |
Now Giraffe Face is a morning person. It should be mentioned that I am most certainly NOT a morning person. I rarely utter a word or crack a smile before 10am on any given day. Needless to say mornings were always a bit challenging for us. Giraffe Face would spring out of bed with the enthusiasm of a baby deer, bouncing around the room opening the blinds, singing, humming, and all around enjoying her life. If you are also a "un-morning person", you will know that the only thing more annoying than having to wake up before noon, is waking up to happiness. Morning misery loves company, and I find I can only enjoy my day if I have a considerable amount of time in the morning to sulk and scowl in peace. Most mornings Giraffe Face would wake up and put on her Ipod speakers and blare something by Kanye West or Snoop Dogg, (neither of those things goes well with coffee.) but one morning in particular she put on "Beer" by Reel Big Fish. Immediately I remembered this song and was reminded of back home. More specifically partying back home.
Reel Big Fish |
It didn't matter anymore,
I say she never cared
And that she never will,
I'd do it all again
I guess I'll have to wait until then
[chorus]
And if i get drunk well, I'll pass out
On the floor now baby
You won't bother me no more
And if you're drinkin' well, you know
That you're my friend and I say
I think I'll have myself a beer
[verse]
She called me late last night, to say she loved me so
but I guess he changed her mind.
Well I should have known, it wouldn't be all right,
but I can't live without her
So I won't even try...
[chorus]
And if I get drunk well, I'll pass out
On the floor now baby
You won't bother me no more
And if you're drinkin' well, you know
That you're my friend and I say
I think I'll have myself a beer
[interlude]
Maybe some day, I'll think of what to say
Maybe next time I'll remember what to do
She looks like heaven, maybe this is hell
Said she'd do it all again, she'd promise not to tell!
[chorus]
And if I get drunk well, I'll pass out
On the floor now baby
You won't bother me no more
she said,
it's okay boy cause you know
we'll be good friends and I say
I think I'll have myself a beer
I think I'll have myself a beer
Woohoo etc
yeah yeah yeah
woohoohoo
You're still in your early 20s
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