13 years isn't a bad run. At least, I don't think it is for a marriage. 13 and 1/2 to be exact but who's counting? I thought we were going to last longer but I guess it's the little things that get ya.
I blame Barry Mannilow. I wish he hadn't written that song. I bet even he wishes he never wrote that song. Of course, I can't totally blame him. How would he know that song would become so annoyingly enduring? Or enduringly annoying? Especially to anyone named Lola.
No, it's not fair to blame Mr. Mannilow. It's the New York Times crossword puzzle's fault.
Damn you Will Shortz!
Here's the scoop: Sunday evening, working on the crossword, hanging out with Brian. I ask him if he knows the answer to a clue: He wore a diamond at the Copacabana. Brian says it's Tony.
It's not Tony. Tony doesn't fit with any other clues. So I start singing the song, like you probably are right now. Brian's head starts bopping and he gives me a pained look that clearly says, "Why did you put that song in my head?" I can't help myself and I burst into the only 2 lines of the song I know which I sing over and over again. And which are probably wrong. Brian, head bopping, pained expression, gets up from the table and walks out the door.
I haven't seen him since.
Noooooooo. I'm only kidding! See, my life is so boring I have to make stuff up. Actually, most of that did happen, including annoying Brian with the song. He just didn't leave.
At least not yet.
By the way it was Rico. Who wore the diamond.
Gosh, I sure hope Brian's not still singing that song. But I be you are.
Before you throw anything at me, I do want to know one thing...
Oh, yeah, you know what's coming...
Just Who Shot Who?....her name was Lola, she was a showgirl, yellow flowers in her hair, lots of music everywhere...