Sometimes I listen to a song, decide I don't really like it, yet continue to listen to it.
Sometimes I listen to a song, decide I don't really like it, but become helplessly addicted to it for no good reason.
When Situation Number 3 happens, I usually feel the need to drag others down with me so I don't have to suffer alone.
This is how we ended up with the events of this weekend.
What happened this weekend? Yashu sang Skyscraper in an insane Indian accent while I accompanied her on an electric keyboard. At an open mic night. In front of actual people. In between actual performers. On a stage. At U of I. In a bar.
How did we get to this point?
It all started when I first heard Skyscraper sometime in September. It was Situation Number 3 until it all went horribly, horribly wrong. Somehow I used my powers for evil instead of good and introduced the ridiculousness to Yashu, Bex, and Kristen. When Bex was gone for a while, I learned the hard way that my weirdness gets a little out of hand. I put the song and the lyrics on Yashu's wall. We continuously listened to Skyscraper and Yashu began to sing along. There was one problem: the highest note in the song was really f***ing high and Yashu (and the rest of us) couldn't come close to hitting it without pulling something and breaking a few windows. So I had a brilliant idea.Get the sheet music and transpose it!
I bought the sheet music and transposed it so it was moved down a little. We had to find a key where the high note was still okay and the lowest parts weren't too low. Done.
I started practicing. Yashu started practicing. We weren't practicing for anything in particular; we just wanted to be able to to this because...actually I have no idea why. We just had to.
Bex returns. Suddenly, I have the song almost down, Yashu knows almost all the words, and Kristen and I choreographed an unnecessarily interpretive dance. It had officially reached about an 8 or a 9 on the ridiculous scale.
By mid-October, I had the song down and even rewrote and added to it because I'm lazy and tend to half-ass what's in front of me and play what seems close yet not write it down because I'm convinced I'll remember it and then I don't. I wrote down the bridge this time, though.
We performed an early version for Mensa Mama and Nack at m house over Fall Break. This was about the time when we decided it would be much better if Yashu sang in an Indian accent. At first, we thought maybe she could start out without an accent and when the song started to build up, her accent could just suddenly come out. But it was easier for her to just sing the whole thing in the accent instead of switching into it. Even better.
The open mic night came up. We suddenly had a reason to practice. There was an event! We could do it at the event! It all started coming together.
Yashu and I practiced. Separately, of course.
The day of the event, we decided it was probably a good idea to legitimately practice together. We ran through it a few times. It was ridiculous.
And then we went to U of I. We got up on stage, I faked her out by playing a few notes to test the keyboard, and then it started. She did her crazy eyes, her crazy accent, and some surprise crazy gesturing. It was wonderful. Especially because everyone in the bar had NO IDEA WHAT WAS HAPPENING. Yashu hadn't spoken at all, so everyone there who didn't know her had no idea if it was serious or not. Everyone from our group of friends and her group of friends were laughing their asses off but the people there for the open mic night looked a little dazed and confused. It was perfect.
The best part? We thought ahead and had people get video. There's a shaky one and a still one (good foresight, Sam). They're on Facebook.
It went all the way to 11.
What else went all the way to 11? The rest of my weekend (minus right now because I'm procrastinating).
Post-ridiculousness, I brilliantly decided to stay with Trixie so I didn't have to drive back. I mostly wanted to see her and rationalized it by thinking it would be smarter to just stay there instead of driving back at night.
I pick her up and we decide we need some snackage. We go to the grocery store and realize we have no idea what we want to eat and kind of browse a little bit. We walk through the aisle with rice and I see arborio rice. OMG we're totally going to make risotto. It's no longer a want; it's a need. We grab all the necessary ingredients (including Rachael Ray chicken stock because Rachael Ray is a need) and some less necessary ingredients like pineapple and ice cream and garlic bread and make our way back to her apartment.
Making risotto from scratch at 10pm on a Friday night? Don't mind if I do!
I successfully wung (winged? wung? I like wung) my way through the risotto, Trixie heated up the garlic bread in the bag that we weren't completely confident wasn't going to burst into flames, and we started the DVD player. Did I mention we were going to have a mini-House marathon? We ate our derishious, classic Principi food (and honored Mensa Mama by drinking her favorite beverage) and watched 5 episodes of House.
Well, 4. We both kind of food coma-ed our way through the fifth episode.
I woke up partway through the 5th episode, saw Tritter on the screen (10 points if you can tell me what season we watched), shuddered, and went back to sleep. He's scary scary like doot-da-doos and pool balls.
We slept in until 11 the next morning (duh) and went to Starbucks (duh) because Christmas Cups started on November 1st (duh).
We were sitting at a table and I was facing the windows. We were almost done when I suddenly felt like I had to look out the window.
Sidebar: These things happen sometimes. Junior year I was in APLAC (I think) when I suddenly felt like I had to look out the window. I walked over to the windows, looked outside, and saw my mother walking up through the parking lot and into the front doors. This was before she volunteered in Campus Ministry so she had no reason to be there and I had no reason to know she was there. It was creepy. My cousin called his mother to go home sick but because she was working, my mother went to get him instead. I couldn't have known that. I just felt like I had to look out the window and I did and it was weird. Twilight Zone theme!
Back on track.
I looked out the window at Starbucks. There's a group of people walking by. I saw the side of a girl's face and said, "Wow she looks like Caroline!" I kept staring at her. The group stopped to talk to someone so I kept creepily staring at her. She didn't turn toward the window, though, so I couldn't see her face straight on. It totally looked like Caroline, though! The face was right, the hair was right, the outfit was right, the body was right (I know my wife, people) but it couldn't be because Caroline doesn't go to U of I! I even asked Trixie if she thought the girl looked like Caroline. I decided to humor myself and call her. I watch bizzarro-world Caroline as the phone rings and I don't see her move to pick up her phone or anything. But Caroline answers her phone.
Molly: "Uhh...are you at U of I right now?"
Caro: "...Yes? Why?"
Molly: "HOLY F*** TURN AROUND AND LOOK IN THE WINDOW OF THE STARBUCKS."
Caro: "WHAT?!"
She whips around and I run out the door. Holy shit. IT IS CAROLINE. MY WIFE IS OUTSIDE THE STARBUCKS. WHAT THE PISS?! NEITHER ONE OF US GOES TO THIS SCHOOL YET WE'RE BOTH HERE ON THE SAME STREET AT THE SAME TIME AT THE SAME ESTABLISHMENT AND I HAPPENED TO LOOK UP AS SHE WAS WALKING BY. HOLY PISS.
We screamed a little bit (lotta bit), hugged, and then went our separate ways. She had to be somewhere with the rest of her group and I had to go back to Trixie because I had to take her back and leave because I had to be back on campus to give a tour.
Twilight Zone theme again!
Best weekend ever?
I think so.
Out-of-Context Quotes from the Past Few Days:
"Were you go run run running?"
"I was rowing with one paddle!"
"Now there's a car in my garage with no brakes."
"I thought the car was in Casey's mailbox."
"Hey, do you need any penis animals?"
"Nope I'm all set for now."
*Molly drops her keys*
*Molly drops her keys again*
"It's because they're blue."
"I'M GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YASHU."
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