Last week Seth and I were driving through downtown Portland, when cruising through the digital dial of real-city radio stations I came upon The Weather Girls. Their high-pitched hit took me back, the way only disco can, to college, to a bar called Pugs, to dancing until 3 a.m., to sorority rush. Humidity is rising - Barometer’s getting low According to all sources, the street’s the place to go Cause tonight for the first time Just about half-past ten For the first time in history It’s gonna start raining men.
I’m not sure what horrified Seth more, the fact that I knew all of the words to “It’s Raining Men,” that I was singing them a little too loudly or all the talk of sorority rush which I thought it was pretty ridiculous even in college, but I thought he was going to run us off the road just to put himself out of his misery. [Read More]