Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic
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Best of All Possible Worlds: best friend

Best of all possible worlds: best friend.

Somehow I let it go too long without talking to my best friend (though I did try the other day but miss him), but he was in this afternoon when I called. We chattered about many things of little consequence, including my sunburn, and music and other pieces of hilarity. The Snowflake incident came up; I described in some amount of succinct detail, and this resulted in him cracking up and making Helpful Suggestions. He was shocked that I'd never seen Dark Crystal; we discussed David Bowie's pants in Labyrinth, also.

He mentioned, in passing, a certain 90s song with a fascinating title:


Samantha Fox "(Hurt Me! Hurt Me!) But The Pants Stay On"

Just because we're dancing
Doesn't mean that we're romancing too
Boy I hardly know you - so I have to show you

That it's not as easy as it seems to be
To get all what you want from me
It takes more than one night
Wait till the time is right
And right now I wanna - pump it - pump it - pump it

Hurt me, hurt me
I know you wanna take me home
But Baby, that's not what I want
Hurt me, hurt me
You can work my body all night long
But the pants stay on!

My reputation says, I'm not one for hesitation
But when it comes to - sex - I'm very, very patient

Boy it's not as easy as it seems to be
To get into my pants without getting into me
Now you know - this girl ain't no hoe
The pants stay on till I say so

Hurt me, hurt me
I know you wanna take me home
But Baby, that's not what I want
Hurt me, hurt me
You can work my body all night along
But the pants stay on!

All I need is time to get to know you better
Dancing's all that's on my mind - tonight

Hurt me, hurt me
I know you wanna take me home
But Baby, that's not what I want
Hurt me, hurt me
You can work my body all night long
But the pants stay on!


That song's title cracked me up enough that I moved away from the magic spot in which my phone gets reception. I dropped the call a few times, all told. I told him about [info]earwormhole. He was almost tempted to join in the fun, and started plotting what he might like to share with it. I pointed out that plotting isn't really the thing. He plotted anyway. Then I mentioned that an invite code was necessary (but I could get him one if he wanted) and he deflated a bit. (Alas.)

Eventually, I told him about Gordy, and the tribute, and the comment from Gordy's mommy came floating in while we were on about that. And I shared what she had to say, and that made us laugh, and we wound up talking music again. He would want a celebration of his life and the good times, not seriousness and mourning. We're of a like mind on this. He suggested Voltaire's Brains, or Graveyard Picnic. But, he warned me, his taste in such things was Weird and Strange; after all, I was talking to the man who thought that the Imperial March was appropriate music for a wedding. "Ha, guess what I was planning to walk down the aisle to, when I was planning to get married," I reminded him.

We talked my phone out of battery. It was over an hour, all told. I miss him.
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