Saturday, August 9, 2008

It had to be you

Could I be glad to be sad, thinking of you?

Harry Connick Jr. is a genius. Just thought I'd throw that out there. I haven't found a version of "It Had To Be You" that can even begin to compare with his. And I love his "Let's Call The Whole Thing Off" too...

Today was not the brightest of days. I was woken unkindly at 8 am, reminded that I had to drive to the garage to pick up my mother who dropped off my father's car, my father having callously appropriated MY car for the day. When I returned home my mother went off to work, taking my sister with her, and I decided it was naptime. Then there was more delightfully bad football news throughout the day, so despite it being Friday, I have sunk into a gloomy funk, and seem destined to stay here awhile.

In an effort to make the best of things I have put on my favorite "big band" playlist - Nina Simone, Harry Connick Jr., Peggy Lee, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Fred Astaire, Billie Holliday, even some Michael Buble as a nod to this generation of revival.
I love Peggy Lee's "Fever" more than ever since Sex and the City the Movie used it in their promo trailers. I remember how my heart thumped when it started playing before whatever movie I'd gone to see...and how it thumped again when I realized it was for Sex and the City. I'm so glad that the movie didn't disappoint - it was fabulous. For no other word could justly be used to describe Sex and the City, now could it?

I think I'll end here, and go to bed. Sleep is the fastest way for Tomorrow to come, and Today has been a cold lover, so I'll leave the known pestilence for an unknown one.

Sorry Hamlet.

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