Feeling especially touchy about Christmas this year. Not that I'm personally down on the bearded guy, JC. He was a cute baby and all. But he kinda stole the holiday from solstice and the sun. And I look forward to longer days more than going to church.
I put up lights on the house this year. Myself. Though not because Mayor SMarty told me to. (I find it especially funny that the committee working on the Festival of Illumination is headed by a PNM executive.) I'm so irked about Montano and Paseo and Westland and Payne that I'm thinking of turning my Christmas lights off on Christmas Eve in defiance of the Mayor's attempt to set a record for electricity consumption that night.
My display features some very lively twinkle lights prominently displayed in a front window. The other night someone parked on the street and sat in their car listening to techno whatever - ecstasy music. Loud. They were having a rave in their car. It woke me up at 1:30 am and as remarkably monotonous as that noise is, I couldn't sleep to it. (I give techno 9.5 on the never-ever-want-to-hear-it-scale, right up there with the cheesy pop Nashville puts out these days and calls 'country'. I'd have to be on ecstasy to like that shit.)
So I got up and began flashing my porch lights to the beat. They were probably parked there watching the cool Christmas lights in the first place and the addition of the porch light might have blown their mind. Cuz they left.
Happy longer days! Merry Winter! Coco
Who would want to mess up a good Ecstasy buzz by listening to contempo Nashville country music. Ugh! Total bummer, dude. Try Jeff Buckley's "Grace" or something.
Posted by: Inky Ink, Inc. | Wednesday, December 21, 2005 at 09:23 AM
Too funny. The ecstastic one probably thought they was hallucinating about the in-synch porch light...
Posted by: barbwire | Wednesday, December 21, 2005 at 05:44 PM