The Sunday of it all

Today, rafaela bid farewell to our most esteemed houseguest, the inimitable Mr. chris_walsh, who braved small town life and our own personal brand of squalor (complete with a non-draining bathroom sink) just to hang out with us weirdos for several days. Great times were had, great food was eaten, and he even managed to survive being introduced to "Paralyzed" by the Legendary Stardust Cowboy without succumbing to homicidal urges and/or grand mal seizures. This afternoon, we dropped him off at the Rensselaer Amtrak station so that he could continue on his travels to the wilds of Boston and Salem, leaving behind a half a box of Oatmeal Squares cereal, an alarming high score on Minesweeper, and a boatload of fond memories. Vaya con queso, comrade; we're so glad you could come by!

In utterly unrelated news, new Sunkist Float soda = Dreamsicle in a bottle = Adam go all swoony-like. Oh, and super-secret message to odhierre: the mix arrived safely, and rocks like a Norelco Rocking Device®. Thank you!

Today's random musical moments

One:
[channel-surfing on the car radio]
rafaela: *flip*
rafaela: *flip*
rafaela: *flip*
rafaela: *pause on "Love Will Keep Us Together"*
Me: Hey, gorgeous. Am I the Captain to your Tennille?
rafaela: *frantic flipping*

Two:
[upon hearing the intro to the Who's "Baba O'Riley"]
Me: "Dammit, guys, I told you not to slip the keyboard player an eight-ball before the session!"

Three:
Me: Ugh. I'm earwormed.
rafaela: Earwormed?
Me: Yup. It's pretty bad.
rafaela: Earwormed on what?
Me: Well. It seems that the Internet is really, really great.
rafaela: [sings] For porn!
Me: Exactly. So, um....
rafaela: Yeeeees?
Me: Well, I know I'm going to deeply regret this but...can you fix that?
rafaela: *blink* Can I fix that?
Me: Uh-oh....
rafaela: [rubbing her hands in sadistic glee] Can I fix that?
Me: Ohhhhh, crap....
rafaela: *runs to iTunes*
rafaela: *cues up "Food" by Buck 65*
Me: Huh. Actually, that'll work. [pause] Dammit, now I'm hungry.