I've written about the cool Ipod Nano I got from my friends Mr. B. and Midwest Chick for my birthday, preprogrammed by my friends with music I love. You know, people that know me better than most people (ahem).
So there I am, on a deserted country road, waiting for a slow moving piece of farm machinery to cross the intersecting road. On the truck stereo, courtesy of the birthday Ipod Nano, is LaBelle coming up after 30 minutes of Metallica (what can I say, I have eclectic taste and they have programmed it so well). The windows of the Silverado are down to a beautiful fall afternoon, no one around, I crank UP the volume.
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Ta Ta
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Here
Mocha choca lata Ya Ya
Creole Lady Marmalade
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
And yes, I'm singing along, loudly, using a LaraBar as a microphone, shaking my red hair around, when I glance out of the corner of my eye, and there next to me along the shoulder, waiting to turn, is this 80 year old farmer in an old truck. . . .giving me a BIG wink and a thumbs up before turning.
Oh, God, I hope he doesn't recognize me at the American Legion pancake breakfast next month.