I'm using a Thermos for my morning coffee now. It can hold seven cups, easily, and keeps my morning elixir piping hot, gulp after searing gulp. For the longest time, I was able to honestly claim that I wasn't a "coffee" kind of guy. Just in the past couple of years though, coffee has become a trusted friend. I still don't feel much of a caffeine rush from it. Perhaps thats because at the age of 22, on a dare (double-dog, to be exact) I ingested 11 No-Doze in one sitting. Forty-six hours later I was still chattering like a prairie dog and unable to hold onto a single thought for more than a nanosecond. The same friend who presented the dare suggested the antidote: malt liquor and lots of it. The roller coaster than ensued was what I now look back upon as "my 20s."
Today, a couple of cups of coffee simply seem comforting to me - a morning ritual that I've come to enjoy and expect. Back in the day, my dad would sit with his coffee, a cigarette, and the morning paper, which he had worked on the day before as a copy editor. These days for me, it's just coffee and the billions of pages of interweb screaming to be explored. Or, as is the case this morning, a long-overdue blog post.
I've had the song, "Say a Little Prayer" stuck in my head since I rediscovered the Wes Montgomery version a couple weeks ago. Instead of purging the song from my mind though, I listen to his version as often as I find time. This reinforces its rotation frequency in my mental juke box playlist, and I end up humming the tune while driving, in elevators, at my desk at work, showering. I heard it again last week on a "Glee" rerun and now I have to buy their version. Turns out that the powers that Glee have licensed their songs to a number of other singing groups, who have in-turn produced their own "tribute" albums and versions of Glee hits. This is fine, but it makes it difficult when searching for the original.
Saturday, which holds a fun shopping spree to the LARGEST Salvation Army in Orange County with the three kids. Wife is having lunch with friends today, so I get to take over all parental responsibilities, which usually means turning up all the stereos, yelling at each other above the din, and all of us eating like I did when my parents were out of town for the weekend. "Cheeto sandwich? Sure! Knock yourself out. What's that? Oh, the song? Dionne Warwick's version of Say a Little Prayer. What? The Glee version? No - but if you want to look for it, be my guest!"
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