It is my habit when I go into a restaurant that has a juke box, that I immediately look for the Pussycat Girls and their song Don't Cha. Yeah that's my kind of music....."Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me....Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" I don't play it but I look for it.
OK....here's the story. Apparently the Pussycat Girls were a popular American all girl music group at the beginning of this marvelous millennium. Wikipedia says that they were the 80th "most successful musical act of the 2000s," and that it sold 54 million records.
My son knows me all too well. We were beach boardwalk people as he was growing up. There's nothing I like better than walking a crowded boardwalk on a hot summer day and stopping in the stores to look at hermit crabs and "I'm with stupid" t-shirts. Now if there was a pair of glasses with wild eyes that juggle from side to side then I'd buy them and wear them for at least one length of the boardwalk.....while wearing a fake wig with a long ponytail provides the opportunity for a small but intellectual sociological study on diversity.....and if something has blinking lights! Over the years our son would just roll his eyes. I've been known to sit down behind a player piano in a fancy hotel and pretend to be playing Bach or Mozart or whatever the keys are tapping out.
Ok again...it was probably 2006 or thereabouts and my wife and I were on vacation in Hilton Head....her favorite vacation place.....not mine because there's no boardwalk. We walked into a very nice retro-type restaurant on the main avenue....there's no 'main drags' in Hilton Head.....only 'main avenues." The crowd is older and very proper as is everyone on this beautiful island vacation spot. We sit down....order....and I pull out some coins for the juke box. Aah....Andy Williams....I love Andy Williams. I push the buttons and the machine plays....very loudly by the way....Don't Cha..."I know you like me...I know you do...I know you do!"
I look around and....are people staring at me? The song thankfully ends but I'm not going to let these people think that this is my music.....not without my son here anyway. A few more coins and this time I pick Dean Martin....yeah that'll do it. I can hear the linkage working in the juke box and Don't Cha comes on again! I look around again....people are indeed staring at me. I look at my watch. I look up at the ceiling to see if there is a camera anywhere. Maybe we're on Candid Camera?
OK again....I'm not that smart....I ask my wife for more coins and try again....this time Bobby Vinton.....Roses Are Red probably.....yeah....its Don't Cha again..."Cause if it ain't love it just ain't enough to leave my happy home." Now if our son was with us I would have put another coin in the juke box. So if we make it to a boardwalk again and my son is there...I'm looking for a t-shirt of that group.....I may even order it before we go to surprise him. He's a lawyer today....and I'm 68 years old....yeah this'll go over big! "
OK....here's the story. Apparently the Pussycat Girls were a popular American all girl music group at the beginning of this marvelous millennium. Wikipedia says that they were the 80th "most successful musical act of the 2000s," and that it sold 54 million records.
My son knows me all too well. We were beach boardwalk people as he was growing up. There's nothing I like better than walking a crowded boardwalk on a hot summer day and stopping in the stores to look at hermit crabs and "I'm with stupid" t-shirts. Now if there was a pair of glasses with wild eyes that juggle from side to side then I'd buy them and wear them for at least one length of the boardwalk.....while wearing a fake wig with a long ponytail provides the opportunity for a small but intellectual sociological study on diversity.....and if something has blinking lights! Over the years our son would just roll his eyes. I've been known to sit down behind a player piano in a fancy hotel and pretend to be playing Bach or Mozart or whatever the keys are tapping out.
Ok again...it was probably 2006 or thereabouts and my wife and I were on vacation in Hilton Head....her favorite vacation place.....not mine because there's no boardwalk. We walked into a very nice retro-type restaurant on the main avenue....there's no 'main drags' in Hilton Head.....only 'main avenues." The crowd is older and very proper as is everyone on this beautiful island vacation spot. We sit down....order....and I pull out some coins for the juke box. Aah....Andy Williams....I love Andy Williams. I push the buttons and the machine plays....very loudly by the way....Don't Cha..."I know you like me...I know you do...I know you do!"
I look around and....are people staring at me? The song thankfully ends but I'm not going to let these people think that this is my music.....not without my son here anyway. A few more coins and this time I pick Dean Martin....yeah that'll do it. I can hear the linkage working in the juke box and Don't Cha comes on again! I look around again....people are indeed staring at me. I look at my watch. I look up at the ceiling to see if there is a camera anywhere. Maybe we're on Candid Camera?
OK again....I'm not that smart....I ask my wife for more coins and try again....this time Bobby Vinton.....Roses Are Red probably.....yeah....its Don't Cha again..."Cause if it ain't love it just ain't enough to leave my happy home." Now if our son was with us I would have put another coin in the juke box. So if we make it to a boardwalk again and my son is there...I'm looking for a t-shirt of that group.....I may even order it before we go to surprise him. He's a lawyer today....and I'm 68 years old....yeah this'll go over big! "
