My friend Tanu is moving away this week and had a send-off on Saturday at a bar called Butter. Besides being outrageously packed, the place served SpaghettiO’s, boxed mac n cheese and tater tots with a side of jell-o shots. They also played an obscenely good mix of 80s and 90s hits including some by the one, the only, Ace of Base. Who could deny the awesomeness of such a place? Alan and I couldn’t help but sing along and bust some moves. At one point “No Sleep Till Brooklyn” came on and as we were getting jiggy with it, I saw Alan singing with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“NO… SLEEP…TILL BROOKLYN!” he yelled back, still with the smile and still looking devilish.
After singing a few more lines at the top of his lungs, he said giddily, “I’m yelling and no one can tell!”
The excitement Alan felt by yelling at the top of his lungs in a public place and getting away with it is pretty much how I feel when I come across a gem at a rummage sale and find that someone is actually willing to part with it. At a rummage sale this weekend, I found an exceptional owl necklace that I just had to have. Alan thinks it was modeled after the owl in Clash of the Titans. After coming home and doing a Google image search, I kind of have to agree. This owl is quite the charmer.