The Professor's Playlist (Introducing)

This morning I received an email from my old DC roommate, Jenny, recommending musical stylings that she's been digging recently and asking us to do the same. While those of us copied on the message have always had discriminating musical tastes, a particular line in her email had me thinking:

"can you guys tell that I'm missing music banter with Pat?"

I should mention that Pat was recently demoted to ex-Pat. I think all music-mavens can relate to Jenny's predicament. There's nothing worse than discovering new tunes that you know yesterday's news would love; and probably worse than the inability to share your finds, is the newly denied access to his musical library. I would say that close to 90% of the music on my iPod was downloaded from an old boyfriend - and I'm one of the lucky ones, as I got the thing three months before I was forced to open my on account.

So in an effort to (somewhat) take control of our own musical destiny, I will be starting a column known as The Professor's Playlist. This column will share all of the music that the Professor shares with me, enabling you to turn that neon vacancy sign off. Who is the Professor you ask? Well, not only is he the most recent player in the Nickname Game, he breaks just about all of the rules in the contract; however, the Professor has excellent taste in music. And every time we visit eachother he either makes me a melange of melodies to listen to before he leaves, or for my trip home. I know what you're thinking? I'm contradicting myself by saying we need to seek and scour for musical scores on our own - not rely on men to provide the music for us. And to answer your question...yes-I-am. So when the Professor is no more, what will happen to this column? Fear not, for I will face the music and find someone else to dance.

Stay Tuned for Playlist #1

Can You Leave Some Room At The Top for Milk?

So I turned on my hazards and dashed into my local downtown latte nook - Safari Cup. I opened the door and noticed that there was a table of three men who all turned their heads and stared at me. I'm thinking, gosh, I must have really stepped it up a notch this morning - maybe it's the new Herbal Essence shampoo I bought, or maybe it's the fact that I haven't broken out into a full-on sweat in the Alabama heat yet in the short distance from car to door. Anyway, I ordered my said skinny latte, and as I was exiting, the three men at the table continued to stare. I'm thinking - maybe I should just go over and introduce myself? nah. Turns out the only two people I needed to introduce had already come out to say hello....my left tit AND my right tit. I got into my car and noticed that the pesky third button on my blouse had come completely off - exposing my entire chest area. All I was missing were the tassels. Nothing like a little burlesque before 9:00 am, right?