So, awhile back I'd dried some sheets on the line in the basement, and asked Tom to come help me fold them, if he had the time.As he came down the basement stairs, he was singing "If you've got the time, We've got the beer... Miller Beer."
For some reason that touched off a whole nostalgia fest about bad beer and wine jingles we remembered from our 1970s childhoods:
"Here's to good friends, tonight is kinda special.... Tonight, let it be Lowenbrau."
"Head for the mountains, Head for Busch Beer."
...and of course,
"Riunite on ice, Reunite--that's nice. Riunite, Riunite, on ice!"
and the immortal slogan, "We will sell no wine before its time." Sadly, an entire generation only knew Orson Welles from those Paul Masson wine ads. It was kind of a shock to see the handsome young version of him in movies later on.
Which leads us to wonder: thirty years or so from now, will the kids of today be folding sheets and singing "Viva, Viagra"?
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Oh, they'll be "folding the sheets" all right. If that's what you crazy kids are calling it these days.
I didn't realize how much this entry stuck with me till I found myself telling the story to John last night over dinner. I realized how taken I was with the idea of you and Tom, sorting laundry together, jogging your overlapping memories for these goofy, sloshy jingles. A very sweet mid-marriage moment (which I mean in the loveliest sense of the term).
My doctor, who is the mother of 8-year old twins, told me she recently had to insist that they stop singing "Viva Viagra" at the top of their lungs while outside playing. Of course, when asked WHY they couldn't sing the song, what could she say?
Unbelievable. We live in a world where boner pills are marketed directly to the public on TV, but people are freaking out over the possibility that health care reform will mean that "their" tax dollars might buy a woman a birth control pill.
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