Five years ago, I told everyone I talked to that Bowling For Soup was "your new favorite band." I meant it, but no one believed me.
"Think Fountains of Wayne with more punk, more booze, and more sloppy sophomoric jokes," I'd say. "But in a good way." Yeah, it didn't work for them either.
Anyway. Let's talk Thanksgiving.
I didn't overeat.
On a holiday entirely geared towards excess, I managed not to stuff myself.
Yet, everywhere everyone seems stuck in a food coma. Or shuffling zombie-like off to go shopping.
This might have been more attractive to me years ago. Which makes me feel older than I already felt after none of my friends adopted Bowling for Soup as their new favorite band.
And there was a second Thanksgiving meal last night. But I also didn't overeat there.
Almost. But not quite.
Five years on, I still love Bowling for Soup (especially the earlier stuff). But they're no longer my new favorite band. And probably not yours either (and this attempt to bring them to your attention is half-assed, even for a holiday weekend).
Still, in the food-coma long weekend doldrums, that'll have to be okay.
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2 comments:
Cool! Now where are my leftover yams?
Hey, don't give up spreading the word. I have to admit that I never heard of them until I saw Mr. Mac's blog.
They are funny and talented.
If you tell one person, and I tell one person.....
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