This weekend (Friday through Monday), we were in Chicago to see my friend Susie get married and also go to a Cubs game with friends.  My friend J. married a lovely chap Z., whose brother V. is staying with them until he finds his own place (he just moved there from Minneapolis). 

While Z. and my beloved are both DIE HARD sports fans, V. is a fair-weather baseball afficienado.  He sat with the girls while Z. and my beloved went down to the "good seats."  We drank Mai Tais and hung out up above.

About halfway through the game, V. got bored and drunk.  Out of nowhere, he started yelling "I want couscous!"  (Apparently, J. had made some excellent couscous for our dinner that night).  Then he put it to the tune of "Come On, Ride the Train."  So it went, "come on ride the train, the choo-choo ride - COUSCOUS! I think I can, I think I can..." Well, you get the idea.  Then he recited the ingredients:  "Cranberry, and almonds, and onion, and parsley...Come on ride the train, the choo-choo ride - COUSCOUS!"   This went on the entire time the Cubs were up to bat. 

Now, I can really appreciate the randomness of life, but this song will work its way into your skull and hang out there, alongside those memories of your first kiss and the Grossest Thing That Ever Happened to You.

Try to get it out of your head. I dare you.  COUSCOUS!!