“Hotel California” by The Eagles

On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance

I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle

And she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year

You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted

She’s got the Mercedes bends

She’s got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

That she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain

Please bring me my wine

He said

We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely Place

Such a lovely face

They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise

Bring your alibies

Mirrors on the ceiling

Pink champagne on ice

And she said

We are all just prisoners here

Of our own device

And in the master’s chambers

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

Relax said the nightman

We are programed to recieve

You can check out any time you like

But you can never leave

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Hot darn that’s a long song. And I’m going back to Cali in just 30 days! (yes, “going back to Cali” is going to be one of my many songs listed in celebration of home home home home home.)

Got a very helpful email today about the whole tamale/cornhusk issue. It said:

‘I asked my father, the all-knowing master of agriculture, and he said that “eating a corn husk is like eating tree bark or a corn cob…. it’s all cellulose.” So, while you may be physically able to choke down a corn husk or two, there’s no nutritional value, nor is it something that the Ag King would recommend.’

Ron, Leslie says you eat tamales all the time so I throw this out at you – do you eat your corn husks?

Speaking of Leslie, she cut off all my hair tonight! It’s okay, I paid her to. Afterwards I went to Target because we all know (unless you don’t actually know, then this is news to you) that I’m not really a natural redhead. And I was in a really good mood because wheeeeeeeee I have no hair left and now I’m buying bright red hair dye! Things just got better when I wandered through the store and found one of those uber-cheezy Swell tank tops with the ruffles at the armholes that I fell in love with on clearance for 3 bucks. So everything was coming up Milhouse, I paid for my stuff, and left the store.

And then something truly hilarious happened. You know that drive-y lane in front of Target? This car had to stop because I was crossing to get to my car – I swear the guy had to wait a full 20 seconds until I got to the other side. And because this was entirely too long to wait, as he drove off in a huff he yelled “lady!” out the window at me. Because everyone knows that girls with short short shortie short hair don’t like the menfolk and will also be the downfall of the nation.

It just made me giggle because I’ve heard this comment so many times since I chopped off all the hair in college and they say it like it’s gonna totally make me break down and cry or something. Boo-effin’-hoo. People are so freakin’ lame sometimes.

I’m going to eat some ice cream now, because it’s there.

Two more days ‘til cable.

I’m not going to be able to sleep until then.