It Don’t Mean a Thing…
Okay, brain, why have you decided we will be listening to a shit ton of swing music? Was this really nessecary? I don’t know why all of a sudden I have the desire to hear “Zoot Suit Riot” by the Cherry Poppin’ Daddies, but okay. Let’s go with it. It’s not like we’re going swing dancing…
…BECAUSE, brain, we’ve got no one to go with. And we haven’t gone in years. And the last time we went was a disaster in so many ways. And you probably can’t anymore between the knee and the weight you’ve put on…
…NO, brain, we will not be trying to see if we still can. Because, in case you’d forgotten, NO ONE TO GO WITH. Plus, you haven’t been swing dancing since 2002, do you even remember how? And you weren’t all that good back then, anyway. Deal with it…
…yeah, brain, if you really want to, we can go home tonight, loop “Blues in the Night” and you can work on that story idea from freshman year. If it will make you stop begging me for swing dancing. Deal?
