Thursday, August 23, 2007

Now that You're Gone, La La Lah Lah

It’s August in San Francisco which means it’s time to gloat. I know the rest of you poor schlubs (and I say that lovingly) are lying limply over your air conditioner with your underwear glued to your buttcrack by the sweat, but here the sun is warm, the air is cool and the sky a blue so clear it looks polished. Sorry.

So I was noodling along the sidewalk in a weather-induced bliss and realized I was humming “Band o’ Gold”, an oddly up-tempo little number about wedding night impotence. Sing it with me now:

Now that you're gone

All that's left is a band of gold

All that's left of the dream I hold

Is a band of gold

And the memories of what love could be

If you were still here with me

I wound up standing in line at Pete’s and suddenly knew that this is, obviously, the new theme song for Viagra. Or Cialis, whatever. I’m a marketing genius. If this takes off, I want a cut of the royalties. I’m serious, don’t mess with me.

I gotta go


  1. Heeheehee, today is lovely here in the city aint it?

    Sunny, breezy, warm, yet cool. It was the perfect day for a crepe, a mani/pedi, and some gelato.

    SF, I love you!

  2. I do love it like this, especially knowing that on Saturday the fog will blammo thick.

    Mmmm, gelato.


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