Once Upon a Catchy Tune
January 07, 2013
This recent Facebook status reminded me of me.
No, I'm not compounding my bubble bath story by waxing poetic about Ingrid Michaelson, although I'll concede that it is a catchy little tune. But it made me think of a different, but still sissified catchy tune many years ago.
One morning, I was headed out of my fraternity house room on my way to class. With one foot out the door, I stopped turned back, put the most annoying song I could think of on Repeat, cranked the stereo as loud as it would go, locked the door, and sprinted out the building.
It's a certainty that everyone left in the building on a mid-afternoon school day was trying to sleep, trying to study, or trying to masturbate. And all of that came to a screeching halt the second or third time that they heard the unmistakable intro beats of Phil Collins's Sussudio.
When I got back some hours later, someone had found the circuit breaker to my room, and my power was out.
What a dick I used to be.