So every now and then (probably more frequently than I would like) I really feel like the universe is looking right at me and laughing. Rolling on the floor laughing.
Such moments include when I am driving to work after a night of, uh, having one too many and Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville” comes on the radio. Sure, you could say that has no meaning, so “Margaritaville” came on the radio? What of it?
Well, this happens EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I meet up with girlfriends at the local bar, we get chatty and keep ordering rounds until the next thing I know it’s 2 A.M. and the bartenders are handing us pint glasses of water. Next morning I’m feeling less than peachy, crank up the tunes to try and drown out the sound of my brain pounding on my skull to be let out, and “searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt” comes moaning out of the speakers at me.
Last night I go on a double date to a wine bar, we keep the glasses coming, feeling oh-so-classy and sophisticated. Welllll we end up stumbling on home, only after stopping at Taco Bell because gourmet food apparently means “let’s get customers really buzzed by not feeding them properly and still pumping them full of delicious wine.” Some of us, ahem, get a little moody and start the lamest fight in the history of fights before passing out in bed. This morning I’m feeling a little low, decide maybe I need some disco to get the day started on the right track, aaaaand “some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, buuut I know, it’s my own damn fault” comes blaring on back at me.
There’s some sort of conspiracy going on here, the questions is… what exactly is the universe trying to say with “Margaritaville”??? I don’t think I really want to know.
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December 4, 2008 at 8:00 pm
[...] there is something or someone watching over me that is out there to keep me on track. Like when Jimmy Buffett sings “Margaritaville” to me over and over after a crazy night out. It just seems too coincidental to not be planned out somehow, ya [...]