The 80s

I am not really a child of the 80s, but older siblings influenced my musical tastes. I am just in an 80s mood today, I added the following to my collection:

Blondie: Heart of Glass, Call Me, The Tide is High, One Way or Another, Maria
Natalie Merchant: Carnival, Jealousy
Tracy Chapman: Give Me One Reason, The Promise, Change, Talking Bout a Revolution, All That You Have Is Your Soul, At This Point In My Life
Journey: Don't Stop Believing
Soft Cell: Tainted Love
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams
Foreigner: I Want to Know What Love Is
Nena: 99 Luftballons
Men At Work: Down Under

I am really looking forward to Heart of Glass and Don't Stop Believing. Too good.

Vegas

I dashed off on a poorly planned weekend trip to Vegas that, on balance, was just a lot of fun. Bingo figured into Friday plans and by the end of playing 12 cards per round for 7 rounds, I was visibly hot and flushed from searching and dobbing like a Golden Girl. I had Bingo fever. Le Reve at the Wynn was an excellent show and I am pretty sure it is lifted directly from someone's acid trip. Think Waterworld meets Dirty Dancing meets Little Shop of Horrors. Dancing both nights was fun--bass that makes your clothes vibrate, dry ice foaming out of the ceiling, and a dance-off between a cowboy with a faux-hawk who could pop and lock quite well and a baggy-jeaned brother who, well, just was having an off night. I could have done without a certain female friend who started throwing elbows into the backs of some embroidered-dragon-shirt-wearing Arizona bros in a way that made me look responsible. I just wish that my flight home wasn't delayed, that I didn't lose my favorite sweater (a brown wool hoodie, where do you find those?), and that I didn't leave my camera at home. Argh.

In Honor of Valentines

Roommie

This is my roommate Bob at a Berkeley vs Stanford trivia bowl, which after two rounds of incredibly obscure questions was tied at 1-1. We decided to settle the match by a feat of strength. As I remember it, I challenged their team to a competition of the most pushups in 30 seconds. Being weak and generally lazy, I volunteered my OCD, "I must work out every day" roommate to perform said feat.



Pushups must hit the fist of each counter. Opponents are set to begin.



This is the look of your weak opponent when he realizes he is losing at the rate of 3-1.



This is the weak Berkeley guy giving up.



Pumping out 66 pushups in 30 seconds, Roommie seizes the gag trophy for Stanford. He credits his short arms.



More pics here.