Pete and I are hosting a housewarming tailgate tomorrow. Since most of our friends in Chicago attended our SUPERAWESOME undergrad university, it’s a good occasion. We’re starting early and drinking late. It shall be a whole-day fete. I shall wear my jersey.
Naturally the house isn’t clean yet. We have no food yet. We have no adult beverages yet. Whatever. In due course. The most important thing is taken care of: the playlist.
Sure, I spent all of Project Runway last night putting together the perfect playlist for our tailgate. What of it? I mean, there’s only so much “Michael C can’t sew!” “Ivy’s the bitch of the show!” a girl can take, right?
Through some egregious oversight, my old-school cd of the undergrad’s marching band seems to have disappeared. Perhaps it’s packed away at the bottom of a box, or stuck somewhere in my parents’ attic. Who knows? Regardless, it is not in my computer. Sadz.
iTunes to the rescue! They of course carry my marching band. Sweet. Downloaded.
But. iTunes. Seriously.
You know how they have that new screen pop up to be all “Similar Things You Might Like”?? WELL!* What pops up in there? Lots o’ marching bands doing lots o’ fight songs. And not just any old marching bands. My undergrad’s rival marching bands.
For example: Let’s pretend I went to Oklahoma! for undergrad. What’s that? The school isn’t spelled with an exclamation mark? Just the musical is? MEH. We’re PRETENDING. So let’s say I go download the Oklahoma! fight song. iTunes, in all its infinite wisdom, then suggests that I download the fight songs for Texas, Oklahoma! State, and Nebraska. I mean, SERIOUSLY. Dear iTunes: Your rubric doesn’t hold for this sort of thing.
P.S., I did not go to Oklahoma! or any other Big12 school. The only time I ever spent in that region was that one time I finished my freshman year of college at Arizona State and drove home down I-40. Otherwise, I don’t think I’ve ever even flown through. Such is life.
Didn’t know that ASU thing, didja? Ha. Give ‘em Hell, Devils. I didn’t graduate from there. So it’s my alma mater, but I’m not an alumna. I was only there for my freshman year. And then I almost died. And then I transferred to my undergrad. But that’s a boring story for perhaps another day.
*I hope you heard that the way I meant it. In the exact same tone as the chick who sings “Dance 10, Looks 3″ in A Chorus Line says “WELL!” right after she swipes her dance card after an audition. It signifies “Indignation ahead!” If you’re not sure what song I mean, “Dance 10, Looks 3″ is the proper title of what is popularly known as “Tits & Ass”. Which should not be confused with “Ass & Titties”. Got it? Good.