My friend studying abroad (or two) in Japan requested that I make a mix CD for one of his friends over there who works at the Australian embassy. He needed the CD for a Tex-Mex party. Feeling the need to force my superior musical tastes on people and expose them to artists that they may not know about otherwise (as is the nature of a music geek), I complied. So, I went through my music library and got the CDs that I needed (admittedly, there's more Tex than Mex in my collection) and listened to a lot of country music last night. Hip-hop music gets a bad rap (pun intended) nowadays, but old school country is straight-up gangsta: murder, drugs, booze, prostitutes, heartbreak, robbery, betrayal, one-night stands, prison, infidelity, suicide, depression, regret. Makes me want to do a drive-by.
It was nice to listen to some stuff that I hadn't heard in a long time. There's some great music out there. I particularly love these lines from Tim Easton's "Hey Rosine":
Hey, Rosine, you got your momma's worries and your daddy's trigger finger/So, don't question if I'll always be true
Mike's Light. Or Corona Light (with lime, of course). Or a bottle of Captain Morgan.
I didn't know that they made low carb girlie drinks.
Yep. But I'm not in college anymore. No longer am I the "Girl Drink Drunk." Except for my nightly peppermint/butterscotch schnapps and hot chocolate combo. It's not like I'm hittin' the creme sherry - remember that crap?
Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh ugh. That just ruined the Jack'n'Coke I just started.
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