The other day I was yakking w/ someone at work and we agreed that we could both happily live out our lives without ever hearing "Stairway to Heaven" ever again. And sure enough, in best "say it three times and he will appear" fashion, there's "Stairway..." playing on one of the radios at the shop today. That really should be the musical nadir of any day, but no, an hour or so later I'm walking thru again and it's playing Billy Fucking Joel. Feh and double feh! At least I didn't get the trifecta of awful and hear anything from the Wall.

In other news, I was reminded tonight of how entertaining drunks can be in the right setting. As long as you're not trapped next to them, it can be highly amusing to hear someone doing the yelly voiced recap of exactly where their last relationship went south. Esp. when it only takes a shot and half a beer to get them to that point.
Cheap drunk nite ftw...