So I’m heading to Nashville later this morning to be a part of the DVD taping for Vicki Courtney’s Bible study called, “Five Conversations You Should Have with Your Daughter”.
I will be playing the star-making role of Bible study attendee, which will involve some nodding of my head and listening intently. Fingers crossed that I don’t screw it up or it will be the end of my career as Bible study attendee #2.
For the trip, I am taking an unprecedented TWO suitcases. This is mainly due to the email I got from the wardrobe person who asked that we bring five different outfits complete with all shoes and accessories.
Oh please. I bring five different outfits complete with accessories for an overnight visit. I’ve packed at least ten different wardrobe options including things I haven’t worn since 2002 but decided they might come in handy. By the time I actually get on the plane I may have even packed my denim vest from college because what if I need it for the first time since 1994?
Basically, this whole thing has jet-propelled my OCD to new levels, which has involved making several very concise, detailed lists that proved to be totally pointless as I just threw in everything from my closet that I’ve ever worn or thought about wearing.
Anyway, I spent most of the day yesterday trying to get ready for the trip. I realized we were completely out of bread, eggs, and York Peppermint Patties. Since these are the core requirements of our household I felt like I should go to the store to ensure that my people wouldn’t be living like savages while I’m gone.
While I made a quick trip through the HEB, I heard a familiar song start playing over the sound system and I started humming along before I even knew what song it was.
And then it hit me.
“Hot Stuff” by Donna Summer.
Seriously? “Hot Stuff” is now grocery store music? As if it were something by Air Supply?
All I know is that when “Hot Stuff” was first released I had no idea what Donna Summer meant when she said she was “looking for some hot stuff, baby, this evening”, but I knew it was something racy because I wasn’t allowed to listen to it.
And by the time I knew what she probably meant, the song was banished to “K-Tel’s Greatest Hits of the 70’s” and I was busy listening to Color Me Badd.
Don’t act like you don’t know who I’m talking about.
As I walked the aisles of HEB yesterday, I couldn’t help but wonder if it would make Donna sad to know her classic anthem is now being played to housewives everywhere who hear the words “I’m looking for some hot stuff, baby, this evening”, and it just serves as a reminder that they don’t know what they’re cooking for dinner tonight.