Last night my husband and I went out to dinner. Well, not actually dinner. We ended up just sitting at the bar drinking martinis and listening to the piano player. Piano Man and I had been at the same party several years ago. He was my old boss's wife's piano teacher. And I remember when the conversation turned to politics. The Piano Man and most everyone else at the party were Republicans. My boss had been a Democrat in a former life, but his wife had converted him. He used to joke that he single-handedly elected Jimmy Carter president, because he never talked to anyone who would admit they had voted for him.
My old boss may have pretended to be a Republican on the outside, but he had the big old smooshy heart of a liberal on the inside. When he'd complain about Bill Clinton, I would just tell him to shut up because deep down he knew he was a liberal.
I am not.
You are too.
Yes. And. If Bill Clinton walked into this office right now, I'd bet you one million dollars that you would act respectful and shake his hand.
I'd kick his ass.
You would not. You're a lovah, not a fightah.
You're fired. Pack it up and get out.
As I sat at the bar last night, eating olives for dinner and listening to Gershwin, my cell phone rang and it was my son. He had seen a ghost and wanted us to come home.
As we were getting ready to leave, I said to my husband...I'm going to see if the Piano Man has any CDs. If so, I'll buy one and post some of his music on my blog.
Do you ever not think about that blog of yours and what you're going to post? Ever?
Obviously not. Like Kevin Wolf says, it *is* what life is all about.
Piano Man was just finishing up a song when we walked up to talk to him. I didn't want to get into some long conversation about my old boss, so I didn't bring up the fact that we had met before.
You play beautifully. Do you have any CDs here of your music?
No, but you can buy one off my website. And he handed me his card.
Oh, great! I have a blog and was thinking I'd post some of your songs. Would that be okay with you?
Sure! What's your blog called?
Blue Girl in a Red State.
He sort of winced. I ignored it and thanked him for his card.
As my husband and I were walking away, Piano Man piped up.
You should post this song on your blog. And he began to play a song.
How nice! I thought until I recognized what he was playing.
So being Blue Girl, I said what only Blue Girl would say in a situation such as that.
Which was, of course. . . Pshaw!
And oh by the way, Piano Man -- just in case you googled me and are reading this. That link to the song above? That's Gary Clark.
You don't deserve any linky love.
See? Blue Girl's thinkin'.