Road Tripping in the Key of Me

i think the time has come to pay tribute to my long suffering mate and colleague who has the dubious honor of driving my (usually slightly tipsy) self home from work at night.

here's why:

it's 11:30pm. two technicians emerge from the Heritage Theatre.

dean: *yawn* long day, various tired remarks
megan: grumble grumble could have stayed for one more beer grumble

both enter the car. megan assumes dj-ing responsibilities...

dean: please, no alanis. not again
megan: (expletive) you, i only want to listen to one song

megan finds alanis and begins to sing along...

WHAT PART OF OUR HISTORY'S REEEEIIIIINVENTED AND UNDER RUG SWEPT....

no. wait wait. that wasn't the song... *skips through cd a bit*

YOU'VE ALREADY RUN MEEE OVER-ER INSPITE OF MEEEEEEEE... (yes. i realise the lyrics are wrong, but after that night way back when, i have been unable to sing the right words)

no. that's not it either. *skips through cd a bit*

IT'S LIKE RAAAAA-EEEEE-AAAAAAAAAAAAIN ON YOUR WEDDING DAAAAAAAAAY

no. no. maybe not alanis.

dean bangs head on steering wheel

dean: can i choose a cd? (bear in mind we're in dean's car)

megan: NO (expletive) off!!

*finds new cd*

SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW

no. that's not it

FEEEEEEELINGS WOAH WOAH WOAH FEEEEEELINGS WISH I'D NEVER MET YOOOOOOOO

no. still not.

WORKING CLASS HEEEERROOOO IS SOMETHING TO BEEEEEE

no no.

aah. i know...

MARY MO-O-O-O-O-O SHE'S A VEGETARIAAAAAAAN

yes!!!

and with that.. the cd starts skipping. i scream and curse and dean puts his music on while i chain smoke. and he puts up with this

every.fucking.night.

here's your medal bud.