So, my life has just been so damned interesting of late that I simply haven’t had time to write. Pffft. Sure. As if that was believable. Truth is, I’m a lazy mofo (which is no surprise), and by the time I get home from my 1.5 hour commute, I’m ready to eat dinner and fall into bed. I’m telling you, I have to find somewhere in Toronto to live, and I have to find it SOON. This commute is slowing sucking the life out of me and replacing it with pure, unadulterated RAGE. I can’t even tell you the number of mumblypegs on the roads during rush hour that are LUCKY that looks can’t kill… Yeesh.
As I’m sure you can tell, my life basically consists of working and commuting. Ah, the glamour. It USED to also consist of obsessively watching Heroes and Lost, but since both of them ended last week, there goes my ‘night life’. God, I’m pathetic. I’m an 80-year-old biddy whose idea of ‘night life’ involves sitting and watches TV with her parents, while knitting or cross-stitching or quilting (all things that I do, incidentally. See? Proof positive. I’m officially the oldest 30-year-old on the PLANET). God, even I’M scared by that visual – no wonder it scares the single men away!
It’s not ALL that boring, though, believe it or not. In fact, just last weekend, I caused some permanent damage to my liver; all of which was during outings with my parents. On Saturday (May 19th) I accompanied them to the Marina’s BBQ, which was complete with free food, free beer and a live band. I didn’t know a soul there (other than my parents and my aunt and uncle), but I had a good time. :-) Free beer – how can you NOT have a good time? Then on Sunday, we went to my cousin’s birthday party in Ajax, where there was enough food to feed a small nation, and enough wine to deplete most of France. Another rollicking good time, or so I’m led to believe, as I don’t especially remember much past supper.
So, although living in the Wick isn’t exactly a laugh a minute, at least I DO get out – which, I’m sad to say, would NOT have been the case had I been living in Toronto and relying on the people I know there. Such is the trouble when you move away for two years, I guess – people move on. Oh well, I guess at least I’m too drunk most of the time to notice.
One of the ladies in my office listens to a soft rock station all day long – and since they’re all menopausal, they’re also deafening, so my office rocks the soft rock, all the way down the hallway. It’s actually shameful, but I find myself singing along with a lot of the songs, or rolling my eyes with the only other woman in the office that’s under 50. Ah, there’s nothing like Peter Cetera or Celine Dion on a crappy-ass Monday morning. What I don’t get is when they play “contemporary music” that I wouldn’t associate with soft rock or doctor’s office music.
Case in point: Avril Lavigne. Apparently, someone at the station is in LOVE with her, because they play her first song “Complicated” about 80,000 times a frickin’ DAY. First – I don’t know that I would classify it as soft rock. I would personally classify it as CRAP, but barring that, I’d go with bubblegum pop. This alone should ban it from being played on an adult comtemporary soft rock station. Second, I’m surprised that the little wanna-be bad ass didn’t bar them from playing her “music” on a soft rock station. It must be the highlight of her career, to be a favoured “artist” on friggin’ CHFI. Gah!
I’m afraid that being subjected to easy listening adult contemporary music all friggin’ day long may be causing my brain to turn to mush (well, more so than usual). I now know all the words to the latest American Idol winner’s song, not to mention there is a newfound (and upsetting) Celine Dion repertoire running repeatedly through my head. Just shoot me, and put me out of my misery!
I wonder if there’s any history of anyone ever going totally insane or suffering brain damage from over-exposure (which, in this case, is ANY exposure) to Celine Dion, Barry Manilow, Shania Twain, Cher or Josh Groban? Because, trust me on this, I’m nearing it. I was flipping radio stations on the way to work today, and I stopped at Q107 (the classic rock station with an absolutely hilarious morning show). I don’t know WHY, but they were discussing Celine Dion and exactly why she’s considered a good singer – at which point, the host of the show started playing a Celine Dion song and I just about swerved off the highway, I was laughing so hard.
It wasn’t one of her retarded love ballad crap-ass songs, but her rendition of – prepare yourselves for this! – “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC. I can practically hear you goggling in stupified awe. :-) The BEST part is that they were saying you could go on YouTube and actually WATCH her try to do an AC/DC cover! It’s just SO wrong… it’s indescribable.
Oh, and PS – I hear from my cousin Leah that our group managed to raise over $13,000 this year in the MS Walk!! How frickin’ AWESOME is that?!! Yup, it was all me.
