Monday, September 17, 2007

No Reservations

I had a horrible afternoon today- I think the devil has invaded my body in the form of PMS (which, I would like to add, is a very mean trick given that I breastfeed Seth at least 100 times a day and am already maxed in the emotional turmoil department). Anyway, on my way from Ben's preschool to pick up Lily and Liam, Sharon Lehr reminded me that I'd promised to take her daughter Kate, and Lily to the movies tonight (a belated gift for Kate's 10th birthday, which, at the time, seemed so unique and wonderful....ehem....stupid me). Right then and there, I wanted to run far away- perhaps to a monastery, where I know peace is a sure thing. So, after a very arduous time of putting Seth to bed, I begrudgingly hauled Lily and Kate to see the Catherine Zeta-Jones hit "No Reservations." Absorbed in my own woeful mood, I failed to feel the warm fuzzies of being with two young girls in a theater, which we had all to ourselves. In my head (and tummy), I kept obsessing about how good a tuna sandwich would taste from the Panera Bread, right next door. Then my thoughts wandered in and out of how I was possibly going to be raising four children for the rest of my life, or at least another 18 or so years, without ending up in a psychotic fugue. At the end of the show we rushed to the van (I rushed to the van- they followed), and low and behold, I had a mood swing- this time in the upwards direction (luckily for Kate and Lily). I threw in a mix CD that I'd made and Lily and I belted out "Walking In Memphis" by Marc Cohn (Lily being the only 9 year old who thinks that's a cool song). I felt immediately released from the doom of estrogen and even circled our neighborhood a couple of times so we could sing it again. What a way to end the night- with no reservations....

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy -- won't you look down over me
Yeah I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be

Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered 'round his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room


They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would --
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
And she said --
"Tell me are you a Christian child?"
And I said "Ma'am I am tonight"


Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain


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