This morning I tumbled outta bed and stumbled to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of ambition, and opened up iTunes. The very first song that came on was by the Barenaked Ladies. Man oh man do I ever heart them!! I threw on the whole album and proceeded to dance my way through the dishes, sweeping the floor (because, Ant, that shit doesn't clean itself), drinking a zillion cups of coffee, my shower, and the rest of my morning routine.

Hearing the BNL tunes totally reminded me of the time we (we = me, Sal, Kristy, and T-Ray) took a roadtrip from Allentown to Boston to see them play live. You can consult a map if you don't believe me, but Atown and Boston aren't exactly close to each other! We listened to BNL the whole way. Then we had a freaking blast at the concert. Then we climbed back into my dearest friend Sal's trusty Suburban and he put on BNL again. I made it about halfway through Connecticut before I sent a text to my buddy T-Ray, who was half asleep in the back seat: "If I hear one more BNL song somebody is gonna DIE!!!!" Luckily, he came to my rescue and piped up, "Hey! Why don't we listen to something else for awhile?"

But anyway. I haven't thought about Sal too much lately, so it was nice to have him pop back into my thoughts. In his honor, and because I like adding a little culture to all your lives, here's a poem he sent me a while back.



your little voice...



your little voice

Over the wires came leaping

and i felt suddenly

dizzy

With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers

wee skipping high-heeled flames

courtesied before my eyes

or twinkling over to my side

Looked up

with impertinently exquisite faces

floating hands were laid upon me

I was whirled and tossed into delicious dancing

up

Up

with the pale important

stars and the Humorous

moon

dear girl

How i was crazy how i cried when i heard

over time

and tide and death

leaping

Sweetly

your voice



ee cummings



So...where were we? Oh yeah...I was dancing my way through the morning. I continued shaking my ass through the subway and out onto the streets of Hwarangdae, heading off to mold and shape the young minds of the future. It was a perfect day. Sunshine and flowers lined the path of the park I walk through, I was wearing my favorite sneakers, I had awesome music and happy memories of great friends floating through my brain, I was having the most perfect day and was totally in love with the world. I can't be sure, but I might have been glowing with happiness.

And then I got clotheslined by a tree.

As in knocked over backwards, ripped the headphones from my ears, left me completely reeling clotheslined by a tree.

HEY UNIVERSE, WHAT THE HECK'S UP WITH THAT?!?!?!?

Dude. Total buzz kill.

So I regained my balance, brushed myself off, and staggered the remaining 200 yards or so to school. My very first conversation of the day went something like this:

Students: TEEEEAAAACHEEERRR!!!! HAIR AND...LEAVES...AND...WHY????
Me: Uh....Why are there leaves in my hair?
Students: Yes!!! WHY?!?!?

What could I say??? I suspect my kids are already catching onto the fact that I'm a total moron. I couldn't tell them I got attacked by a tree on my way to school - that would totally confirm their suspicions.

Me: Oh, in America, it's a really popular style. Everybody does it. You didn't know that?!?

And just to prove it, I quickly googled some weird couture fashion stuff with anorexic girls on runways dressed like trees and vines and crap. They totally bought it. SUCKERS!!!

Students: Ooohhhh...Teacher! Beautiful!!!

5 comments:

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

Hahahahaha! This post VROOOOMED all over the place (do you think getting digs in at Ant on your blog is the best way to nag? hahahaha!), but I lurved it.

Maybe that tree was one of those living trees from Middle Earth? Those guys were badass. Now you just gotta figure out what you did to piss 'em off.

Moreover - I am jealous that you can leave drunken comments on someone's blog and still be coherent and not make any misspellings.

I can't even do that sober!

Hahahahaha!

Watch out for the Korean flowers! They tend to go for the ankle and if they manage to trip you, you're a goner, sister!

Shelly Reid said...

Canadian music is AWESOME glad you agree :P

rockstar said...

Ahhhh... good times, good times! Though, I'm sure it was better for those of us that made out with a complete stranger in a port-a-potty.

raulgonemobile said...

Nice cover!

I saw BNL play live once.. killer show. I totally understand making that trip.

achilles3 said...

Barenaked Laughs!!!!!!!!!!
Classic