turn your heartache right into joy.

obvi i am on a 70s hippie rock kick as of late. (yesterday i listened to the eagles for most of the morning. the eagles, people).

i have this slight obsession with songs that are somewhat morally compromising yet catchy and truthful and overall badass (like every frank sinatra song. ever. and most elton john and george michael songs...those boys ain't wanting to sing about no girls, y'all)

the first bar job i had was this rednecky pub and this song was on the jukebox and it was always a joke between the bartenders when we would "discuss" the events or what seemingly appeared to be a precursor to an event at the bar. most "discussions" generally resounded around this form:

bartender 1: woah. susie q. was pretty wasted and snuggling and smooching up on johnny b. isn't her boyfriend, pauly x. in georgia?

bartender 2: yep.

bartender 1: wow. i thought they had been together a while and were pretty serious. hmmm. she sure didn't hide that one...

bartender 2: well, you know what they say, "if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with."

bartender 1 & 2: hysterical laughter until they discover the barf in the front bathroom.



enjoy the snow storm folks.