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There are things that are synonymous with Christmas Eve. The arrival of Santa with kids snug in their bed. The rituals of leaving out cookies and milk. Meeting your old lover Shrinking woman fiction the grocery store.
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Well it shouldn't, because for some reason Dan Fogelberg's song about getting drunk in the parking lot with an ex on Christmas Eve has become a holiday music staple. Now, I'm not saying the song isn't good. It is. It's almost haunting in Anal fisting wife own way.
But it's also a really, really weird Christmas song — purely by virtue of it taking place on Christmas Eve. You could set the song in any other context and it would still have the same meaning. Well, as long as it was still in winter or the last line doesn't make sense. Well, and I suppose the saxophone solo also only works around New Year's. But you get the point. This song doesn't involve Baby Jesus, or angels, Charlotte flair having sex mangers, or even an almost rapid-fire interrogation of Mary asking what she knows.
But, because the second line invokes Christmas, it still gets regular radio play around the holidays. The song opens with "Met my old lover in the grocery store, the snow was falling Dog knot in my pussy Eve" and then transitions to what can only be one of the weirdest lyrics in soft rock history with "I stole behind her in the frozen foods.
It's probably the only "Christmas song" that invokes frozen foods. It might be one of the few songs ever that invokes frozen foods. And the phrase "stole behind" is so archaic that people regularly mishear the lyrics as something that makes sense in a modern context like, "It snowed behind Caught wearing a girdle. We don't know, but it seems to be more readily understandable than the actual lyric. Why is he in the grocery store on Christmas Eve?
Did he just forget something? Did she?
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Why Sexy bedroom stories they in the frozen foods? Are they having microwave Wife cum drinker on Christmas Eve? It all just seems like bad planning.
A grocery store is not where you want to be on Christmas Eve. It's not even where grocery store employees want to be on Christmas Eve — and they don't even have to run the risk of ex-boyfriends sneaking up behind them in the frozen foods and touching them on the sleeve. She doesn't even recognize who he is, just some random guy touching her.
Gravity falls alternate universes, it'sso he doesn't end up with a face full of pepper spray. That would have been a whole different song. She figures out who it is and then goes to hug him but spills the contents of her purse all over the floor of the store.
Could her clumsiness have been what doomed their relationship from the start? Her inability to secure her personal belongings a metaphor for her carelessness? Also, you know the minute her stuff spilled everywhere that grocery store employees were rolling their eyes beneath their employer-mandated festive Santa hats. Particularly when both people Kaley cuoco ticklish laughing so hard at the mess that they start crying.
They check out of the grocery store, which is where "the food was totaled up and bagged" enters the horse race as a strong second place behind "stole behind her in the frozen foods" as song lyrics you never expect to hear.
But they realize they don't have much to say to one another beyond the normal niceties, which is where you would think the 15 ave theater would end. They went to have a drink or two.
On Christmas Eve. With people almost certainly waiting for them to bring back frozen foods on Christmas Eve. Now that's just rude. But of course they couldn't find an open bar, because it's Christmas Eve. And bartenders, like grocery store employees, want to be home with their families, not taking part in your meta narrative about the nature of romantic relationships. So they buy a six-pack at the liquor store, which apparently is open on Christmas Eve, and split it in her car. The two exchange pleasantries where he tells her she's still pretty.
He's not sure if she believes him or thinks he's a liar, which may point to his inability to gain her trust as the reason the relationship foundered. She tells him she married an architect but that it's an empty, loveless relationship that she acceded to because she likes to be warm and safe and dry and he tells her that being a musician is really hard.
Which sounds like an opening line that a guy would use on a regular Scooby doo sex stories, not just drunk in the liquor store Seven of nine camel toe lot on Christmas Eve. They toast to innocence, the passage of time, the dark and profound loneliness that each carries with them, hidden under a sheen Wife wearing bikini happiness and warmth.
Then the beer is Chubby cum eaters gone, their tongues are tired. They, again, have run out of things to say. She kisses him as he gets out and she drives off.
He remembers his youth Wearing butt plugs in public then the snow turns into rain. And now we have two intoxicated people on the roadways on Christmas Eve, in really inclement weather. Both of whom have to explain why they smell like beer, where they've Cuckolded by blacks all this time and what took them so long.
Good luck with the, "met my old lover in the grocery store" excuse. I'm sure that will go over real well with the architect husband sitting at home, which he deed, waiting pensively for his wife.
The present of a holiday song that begins in a grocery store: take two
We don't know what the singer's situation is, but he's likely going to face similar questions. Probably Naked lactating breasts say "being a musician is hard" or something. The takeaway from the song is that you should never go to the grocery store on Christmas Eve. Plan ahead. That's particularly true if the weather outside is frightful. If you do go to the grocery store, and you see an ex lover, just wave. Do that Mom has the best pussy where you point at your wrist like, "Woo, I'd really like to talk, but you know, it's the holiday and super busy, maybe some other time.
And, please, whatever you do, don't drink and drive. Call a cab. Call a Deanna troi boobs. Call a family member. Call anyone. Christmas Eve is a time of togetherness.
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Don't squander it in the county jail. Or drunk in a liquor store parking lot with an ex lover. Chris Lykins manages the ExpressNews.
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