Quick, PrettyFakers! Let’s play foto-associanato:
Campbell’s Bakery: I’ve ordered a chocolate-on-chocolate cake for a friend’s birthday; I cannot remember who, which bothers me much more than it likely should. I do remember the woman behind the counter, and her warm smile, and that she bundled a dozen petit-fours in with my cake, just for special, saying they were a day old but when I bit into one later that day, it crunched with the new soft sugar of the freshly-baked.
There is so much about the Cherokee that I run out of things to say. It’s like asking which of my ears is my favorite, or how much I enjoy having blood. Coach still calls me “Birthday Boy” after Sally and the gang set up a (truly) surprising party for me there a whiles back. To eat: egg sandwich with cheese, Fried Plate. Jukebox playlist must include “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” by the Band, “American Trilogy” by Mister Elvis Aron Presley, and “Before They Make Me Run,” by the American rock and roll band The Rolling Stones (b. British, 1963).
The title of this post, you ask? It’s culled from the Moody Blues’ “Your Wildest Dreams.” Gasp! You say. A sentimentalist, laden with Velveeta! Guilty, I plead: also Concrete Blonde’s “Someday,” and Paul Westerberg’s “Best Thing That Never Happened.” It’s one of those Mondays where we drink a lot and listen to sad songs. Which is: every Monday.
Lastly, McDonald’s—I cannot eat there, because the sonsofbitches still insist on stippling their potatoes with beef. But breakfast? Oh, mais oui, I squeal: buttery biscuits laden with cheese and egg. What else, really, do you want?
It is a week with possible wonders: Mr. Lamont, he could win. State Senator Jon Tester, he could win. And Rep. DeLay? It appears that he will lose. To which I raise this Union-crafted beer.
I love the Cherokee sign. Although I am hurt that you didn’t include “Beast of Burden” and “Sunday Bloody Sunday” as standard Cherokee jukebox songs.
This wasn’t a comprehensive list! I meant to link to your post about it, but I forgot. Other standards are “Psycho Killer” (live) by the Talking Heads and . . . oh, you know.
those 2 songs are appropriate, but the top 3 are easily Dixie, American Trilogy, and Before they make me run.
This is by far the coolest anything McDonald’s-related has ever looked, I’ll tell you that.