You Baby Gorilla.

"I...had...the time of my life..."


So a bunch of my cockheaded friends boo'ed me out for putting on Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes duet "(I've Had) The Time of My Life" on the jukebox at McCormacks (Albany*). Leaving aside the point that they're clearly all a bunch of closet jobs, it really got under my skin. When I was old enough to operate the record player in my parents livingroom myself, the two things I had on constant repeat were Thriller and the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. I think there was also a Disney record that was in pretty heavy rotation where Scrooge McDuck retold A Christmas Carol, with Mickey as Bob Cratchit and so forth. But that's neither here nor there.

These mongloids were not only shitting on a childhood memory of mine, but also have absolute garbage taste in music. I mean granted, it's not the Pay to Cum single, but it's a great fucking song. And as far as schmaltzy songs to slowdance and romance a babe to, it's head and shoulders above whatever happy horsehit of a Modest Mouse song they'd pull up in a similar situation.

These last few weeks that I've been semi-unemployed, one of the steady pleasures of my days has been the fact that the WE (channel for lonely housewives and me) has been showing Dirty Dancing a few times a day to promote their new reality show based on the movie, bunch of babes vie to be the next Baby to some sultry latino's Johnny. So while I've yet to actually catch the enitre thing, it's been a little slice of heaven to catch bits and pieces of the movie every day. Obviously, the money shot of a scene is the slow shirtless dance right before the DO IT for the first time.

If there was a snapshot that best exemplifies how great/not great/great being semi-unemployed is, it would be of me in my underwear in the recliner, Dirty Dancing on the tube, and a koolaid/vodka slurpee from my own personal slurpee maker in hand.
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*There's also a McCormacks here in New Brunswick, down the street from the 77/75 Louis complex, and were it not for Albany McCormacks, it would be THE McCormacks, because it's a pretty decent bar in it's own right. But no other McCormacks can live up to Albany McCormacks, unless it includes the Fellatiator 5000, open bar 24/7, and Negative Approach circa 82 as the house band.