Friday Afternoon Trivia

“I’m just jiggered from all this gipping” Foreign Doctors Given Guide to British Slang .

We had a great time at the Sting/ Annie Lennox concert last night. Despite Curt's nasty infection in his left lughole. Annie totally rocked (what an incredible voice!!), but by the time Sting got about 1/2 way through his set we'd had enough. Enough loud music and drunk assholes behind us ruining the concert by trying to karaoke to the music at the top of their voice (when they weren't talking non-stop in very loud voices). We heard our favorite songs and that was good enough.

Annie closed out her set with "I want a Man" which was ironic. Shortly after we began dating I had my Eurythmics Greatest Hits CD blaring while I was desperately cleaning the apartment in anticipation of Curt's imminent arrival for a date. As he walked up the driveway he was greeted with this song blaring through the door and me singing along at the top of my voice as I frantically threw dirty laundry in the closet:

"I don't care if you won't Talk to me
You know I'm not that kind of girl.
And I don't care if you won't
Walk with me
It don't give me such a thrill.
And I don't care about the way you look
You should know I'm not impressed
'Cause there's just one thing
That I'm looking for
And he don't wear a dress.

I need a man...
I need a man...

Baby baby baby
Don't you shave your legs
Don't you double comb your hair
Don't powder puff
Just leave it rough
I like your fingers bare.
When the night comes down
I can turn it round
I can take you anywhere.
I don't need love
Forget that stuff
You know that I don't care

I need a man...
I need a man...

I don't need a heartbreaker
Fifty-faced trouble maker
Two timing time taker
Dirty little money maker
Muscle bound cheap skate
Low down woman hater
Triple crossing double dater
Yella bellied alligator...

I don't care if you won't
Talk to me
You know I'm not that kind of girl.
And I don't care if you won't
Walk with me
It don't give me such a thrill.
And I don't care about the way you look
You should know I'm not impressed
'Cause there's just one thing
That I'm looking for
And he don't wear a dress."

He walked in and said something to the effect of "Are you trying to tell me something?" I was embarassed - like he'd caught me masturbating or something. He, on the other hand was kind of hurt and as I recall pouted for a good portion of the evening. Come to find out, he'd taken it as a critique of his manhood. Guys and their egos. Sheesh!

Oh yeah, just in case you were all wondering - It's a boy!!! I was an absentminded idiot and forgot to start drinking tons of water 2 hrs before the ultrasound, so they couldn't do the full scan and made me reschedule for 2 weeks. But the little colt had his butt proudly sticking up far enough for the technician to at least easily distinguish a scrotal sack and the related 5th appendage. So my early hunch of a boychild was correct.

I made Dad tell Grandma. I'm such a chickenshit.