"What Are You Doing? Being a Party Boy?" And "There Were About 50 Cops. It Looked Like They Were Doing Nothing."

"Gentle" Readers!
In honor of Jack White's performance on Saturday Night Live this past Saturday... I am posting this video of, Fell In Love With A Girl by The White Stripes. I am a large, large fan of the group, which is now no more.

Biographical Info, about me, not The White Stripes!:
I first heard this song in 2001, on a Detroit radio station, which is called 89X. The White Stripes hail from Detroit. I loved the song immediately.
Now I am realizing I probably heard the song before it was officially released. No dis to Jack Whites current music... his SNL songs were great... but, I wanted to pay tribute in my own way!I have seen him in concert. My report is that he lives up to the claims of talent.


Overheard recently as I was leaving a class at Richland College about 8 p.m.... the girl on the phone was maybe in her mid to late 20s, with heavily tattooed arms, speaking LOUDLY and kind of annoyingly as she walked to her car: "What are you doing? Being a Party Boy??"

(I kept trying to listen, after this, however she exited too fast for me to continue my research!)

Numerous questions crossed my mind. 1.) Who was the Party Boy? 2.)Why do I not meet Party Boys? and 3.) What party was there on a WEDNESDAY? (The last question perhaps bugged me the most. I am slightly exaggerating, but still).

My dad, who is always ranting and raving about something, and has not really been mentioned on the blog, visited the new Margaret Hunt Hill bridge in Dallas on opening weekend. After returning, he gave his account, which included this documentation:
"There were about 50 Cops there. I don't know what they were doing. It looked like they were doing NOTHING."

Ha.

This is not a dis to any police officers, it is just a comment.

Fashion "No No": Recently I viewed a girl in my class (the class shall remain nameless), wearing polka dot flip flops, neon toenail polish, and what could only be called running shorts.
Although I tried to limit any negative staring, her choice of everything can only be called tragic.
The flip-flops were bad enough, and she should have stopped there. The neon polish made it worse, and the running shorts are in the "I wear anything, including sweatpants if I want to" category. To find out what I think about sweatpants, look into my previous posts.
To sum it up, she was just a: No. No. No.

The End.

Simply,

ndh

Alice