Music
I can’t get enough here lately. Thank God for Itunes. I’m enjoying immensely the fact that I no longer have to pay $20+ dollars for a CD that kinda sucks, but has one or two kickin songs. I will gladly pay .99 for a song. No problem.
For a while, all we listened to at the nurses station was Chemical Brothers and the like. This guy would turn it on his computer. As you can probably tell by knowing ANYthing about me, you know I’m not a Chemical Brothers type of gal. It got old quick, so one of the dudes I work with rebelled.
Now Nick brings his Ipod, and hooks it up to these speakers, and we jam in the MD office to blues, jazz, Jack Johnson, and a few 80’s tunes he got for the nurses. It makes the work day so much nicer. What’s great is when they both work, and they both crank up their respective music. They don’t like each other, and it shows in the volume of their music. Louis Armstrong vs. Chemical Brothers. It’s funny to me how grown ass professional men still have cock fights. I guess grown women do too. It’s not really a sex issue.
So I asked Shane about the Christmas party, and I think it’s off, because he isn’t exactly a tux kinda guy. I can’t blame him… but they have a martini LUGE for crying out loud. A LUGE. Formal attire required, as it should be when there is a LUGE of martini present. I was hoping to go in something red and strapless, and sip on cosmopolitans all night while listening to Jazz music and watching my coworkers get sloshed. Doesn’t that sound fantastic? I submit that it does.
Off I go. I’ve just heard Willie Nelson, Sublime, Pearl Jam, and Whitesnake all in a row, and I’m too pumped to type. I hope all of you rock on particularly hard today. I sure as shit will.
