Diary of a SubUrban Housewife

Perhaps I Should Update More Frequently, Then I Could Stay on Topic

Yeah, so I suppose I could have written sooner to tell you all what an absolutely fabulous time I had in Chicago.

I could have told you that no only did my daughter not miss me, but it seemed she could care less that I/we were gone. She did manage to call us Saturday afternoon to find out where the charger for her Gameboy was, but then she was in a huge rush to get off the phone to go out.

But I suck, so go read this and you'll know my time in Chi-town was spectacular.

Like every other city Chuck visits, he's ready to move there. I would consider moving to Chicago, but it will cost the old man dearly: a full length sheared beaver coat with matching headband, and a brand spanking new Range Rover. I could/would not ask for a fur coat in sunny So Cal, but dayam, it gets cold in the midwest.

But that is not the point of this entry. I will get to my point eventually.

This Saturday Chuck and I made our usual post-movie trek over to Second Spin to procure tunes. It seems I was in a "greatest hits" kinda mood. I purchased Aretha's Greatest Hits for $5.99, Gipsy King's Greatest Hits, and Al Green's Greatest Hits. The last two were not nearly the steal that Aretha was, but still worthwhile investments. I also got a VHS copy of Notting Hill, one of the best movies ever made on the entire planet, for $5.99. Schweet.

As usual, I was finished with my shopping well before Chuck was. I have come to the conculsion that I am a buyer, not a shopper. I love the victory of a good bargain, but I go in, I find what I want, I buy it, and I leave. I am not a browser or lingerer. Chuck, on the other hand, could spend all afternoon in a used record store and go back for more.

Anyway.............

I was finishing up and browsing through the "Just In" area at the front of the store. It was there that I saw this:

(Click on the image to make it larger, but keep in mind that I took the picture with my phone and had to be totally stealth about it.)

Row upon row and stack upon stack of used Clay Aiken CD's.

I will confess that I just loved last season's American Idol. I am attempting to suck Chuck in with me this season.

I liked Clay better than Reuben, but not as much as I liked Kimberly Locke. And when she was out of the running I didn't really care which of the two boys got it. Yeah, I got sucked in. American Idol, my dirty little secret is not so secret anymore.

I heard that Clay Aiken song on the radio. And while it had a snappy chorus, the lyrics were sooooo insipid, that if I were him I'd have been too embarassed to record it. I can't image that anyone who actually heard the song on the radio would buy the CD, but clearly they did, in a moment of complete.....ummmm.....brain death? But clearly they've all come to their senses.

Alrighty then, I've just re-read this entry and it's either wipe it out cuz it's all over the place and makes no sense, or just post it and be done with it. I guess you know which way I went.

Posted by beth at February 4, 2004 02:49 PM