Lady Jane and I finally got together to purge away the semester from hell tonight. One laughable-plot movie, seven Diet Cokes and half a sandwich later, we have discussed everything from students with crushes (mine) to students who plagiarize (hers) to what music we want on our wedding videos. . . wait, did I actually say that?
So here it comes, from a rather exhausted mind that should be asleep right now:
- The Book of Love by Magnetic Fields
- My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors by Moxy Fruvous
- Sink to the Bottom by Fountains of Wayne
- Such Great Heights as covered by Iron & Wine
- Someone to Watch over Me sung by Ella Fitzgerald
- something Bollywood
All of these excerpted, of course, and supplemented by future beau's music, provided his taste in doesn't consist solely of showtunes and country.
6 comments:
Yeah. Don't marry Tolkien Boy.
Definitely no country. Amen to Diet Coke. My body (which I almost just spelled bodie on accident but I erased it) still isn't down with sleep. It is ready to write papers on night. For the love. I would marry you if we were different genders! Because those are some great songs
Not solely showtunes, no. But he's got to be open to a few.
Incidentally, I unknowingly married a man with a burgeoning inner showgirl (that's one scary statement). We watched South Pacific in concert a few nights ago (he knew nothing about the show); since then, on no fewer than four occasions I have found him entertaining G. with renditions of "Gonna Wash that Man Right Out of my Hair," "Happy Talk," and "Bali H'ai," dancing included.
You think you know a person...
Speaking of marrying Tolkien Boy. . . very weird dream last night. It featured Tom Hollander and Maggie Gyllenhaal as Brigham and Mary Ann Young.
I like The Magnetic Fields! Do you have a full CD of theirs?
Yeah. No one should marry Tolkien Boy. He's like the plague with legs.
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