Monday, September 28, 2009

Isn't It Ironic

As I was driving to work this morning, I had the tunes blasting on my Pod. Nothing makes a Monday drive to work a little less sucky like good music and since this is MY pod, I get to listen to MY music without all of the craptastic (thank you Sasha!) garbage my husband likes. (hello - Bon Jovi??? Are you a 15 year old girl in 1987???)

First up - Kashmir. One of the best sex songs ever! No, not for the lyrics but the beat and the wailing???? Hello, Orgasm! Sorry, I lost myself there for a minute. Then, one of my guilty pleasures. A Motley Crue song. Yes, they are totally a hair band from the 80's and yes, I totally just made fun of my husband for this same type of music. Shut up, you know you listen to them too.

I'm driving down the street attempting to sing along to Shout at the Devil. Anyone who knows that song knows all you can sing is Shout, Shout, Shout, Shout at the devil. The rest is like listening to Mick Jagger singing Jumpin Jack Flash. Unintelligible. Unless, you are a total dweeb who looks up the lyrics so that you can sing along (Hi, Honey! I love you!). I stopped at a traffic signal and looked out the window as the chorus was playing and I was singing. What was I stopped next to? A Catholic Church.

So, yeah, a lapsed Catholic badly belting out the chorus to Shout at the Devil while stopped next to a Catholic Church. The irony of it all. I started laughing uncontrollably. Needless to say, I couldn't be sure if the funny looks I was getting were from the music choice, my caterwauling, or maniacal laughter.

All I can say is, its a good thing Closer played while I was on the road and nowhere near the house of God. Although, you gotta think that God has a sense of humor.