Never Going Back Again

The guitar in this is great. Can't stop listening.

 

Someone to Watch Over Me

On Thursday night, I celebrated my mom's birthday with her and my dad at Francesca's, an Italian restaurant in Streeterville. A pianist played throughout the night and near the end of dinner, my mom *casually* said she really wanted to hear one of her favorite songs, "Someone to Watch Over Me". My dad took the hint and pulled out a little cash to tip the pianist. Soon her song was on.

It was all kinds of wonderful. Seeing a husband and wife request an old romantic song on a special night and hearing the music I associate with a more romantic time was such as pleasure - even if it was my own parents. 

I was taken aback by it, too. I'm not used to that sort of thing happening. Being able to request a truly beautiful song and knowing it's played just for you. The closest I've ever been is having "Mo Money, Mo Problems" played by the DJ at Interskate 91 in the 7th grade. 

Sometimes the problems and anxieties of the world can be over powering and exhausting. To have just a few moments where there's peace among people and good music in our ears was a real treat.  

There's a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Someone to watch over me

Dwarves & Dwarves & Dwarves

This is such a weird poster. Some look like drawings and cartoons and some look real. And some look real HOT (top row, second in... and second row, all the way to the right).

Overheard: That's Life

I was walking on the street this morning. A man and his 12-year old son were walking by having an animated conversation. This is what I caught:

Dad: That's cheating.
Son: No, it's not.
Dad: Yes it is! It's cheating. It's wrong.
Son: Well... that's life! 

I have no idea what they are talking about, but I'm guessing it has something to do with this kid "buying" another little boy's valuable POGS for Hershey Kisses. 

Caricatures

Blair and I played a fun game over gchat today. It's called "Caricatures."

If I were drawing Blair, I'd put her in a nice, reasonable cardigan, eating pizza and drinking a beer. Because Blair is classy on the outside, but inside, she's like suburban dude sitting down to watch football all day on Sunday. Simple pleasures, straight chilling.

Blair returned the favor and described her drawing of me: riding a bike with my iPod on and wearing a crop top. I couldn't agree more. My life is bikes, music, and work out clothes. Which reminds me that the title of my forever-unwritten one-woman show is "Susie Gutowski: Dressed for Movement."

Memes After My Own Heart

This blog is writing itself. 

Sexual Harassment...Or Great Ice Breakers?

This video is a "best of" sexual harassment training videos.  10/10.

Personal favorite: "Hmmm. Not a good idea. I heard he's got AIDS."