Posted by
Dave on Wednesday, September 06, 2006 2:16:39 PM
I ran into an awful dilemma this past weekend. Given the long weekend I decided to do a little painting. We moved into our house just over a year ago and did quite a bit of painting then, but we never finished. I decided to ease back into it and knock out the guest bathroom.
The guest bathroom is a bit small and cramped. Not wanting to spend the day inhaling paint fumes (call me crazy), I opened the window. Well, you can’t just open one window, so I opened a window on the other side of the house in attempts to create a cross breeze.
I thought I was good to go. I had my digital cable on the 80’s music channel and I was jamming to some old school Michael Jackson, Kajagoogoo, and Pet Shop Boys, painting away. Then I realized I was getting a little dizzy and the breeze wasn’t as strong as I thought it would be. So I decided to turn on the bathroom fan. While this improved ventilation, it was quite loud and I couldn’t quite hear the words to Falco’s Rock Me Amadeus. My next move was to turn the TV up; so I cranked it.
And you can only guess what the next song was.
Only In My Dreams by the oh-so-talented Debbie Gibson.
Then it hit me. My neighbors are all outside, it’s obvious I’m home alone since my wife’s car is not in the driveway, the windows are open, and I’m blaring Debbie Gibson. Oh no!
I jumped off the ladder and headed for the remote. I quickly found the Hard Rock station and was relieved when I heard the lyrics to November Rain. Ah, a little G ‘n R. Now I’ll get some respect from my neighbors. Hopefully nobody noticed the previous song.
So I’m heading back up my ladder when I heard the intro to some hardcore death metal song and immediately the little old lady next door came to mind. I can’t have her thinking I’m some angry punk who wears black leather and metal studs out on Friday night. I run back down the ladder, thumb through the radio options once more and stop on Classic Rock – should be ok with the young couple across the street, elderly lady on the left and the single 40-something on the right.
Of course following the Eric Clapton masterpiece was Journey’s Open Arms and I’m back to where I started. Needless to say, I gave up. I turned the fan off, shut the windows, and headed over to Arena Rock.
Ya'll come back now, ya hear!