I'm a little behind...

I apologize for my absence this week. I'm up to my eyeballs in packing boxes, and I'm ready to get this move over with...too bad it's only four months after the last one. Yeesh!

When my father and I moved to NC in the summer of 1986, there was only one tape in the moving truck, Johnny Maestro and the Brooklyn Bridge. We listened to it over and over during the 16 hour trip. I was ten years old and very scared to move so far away from everything I ever knew. My Papa and I talked, although I have long forgotten about what, and I counted mile markers during the times I managed to stay awake. That cassette defined that trip for me, and is my favorite album to this day. My favorite song also come from that song. Today I give you "The Worst That Could Happen."

Girl, I heard you're getting married
Heard you're getting married,
this time you're really sure
And this is the end,
they say you really mean it
This guy's the one that makes you feel
so safe, so sane and so secure
And, baby, if he loves you more than me
Maybe it's the best thing
Maybe it's the best thing for you
But it's the worst that could happen to me

I'll never get married
Never get married, you know that's not my scene
But a girl like you needs to be married
I've known all along you couldn't
live forever in between
And, baby, if he loves you more than me
Maybe it's the best thing
Maybe it's the best thing for you
But it's the worst that could happen to me

And, girl, I don't really blame you
for having a dream of your own
Hey, girl, I don't really blame you
A woman like you needs a house and a home, baby
If he really loves you more than me
Maybe it's the best thing
Maybe it's the best thing for you
But it's the worst that could happen

Oh, girl, don't wanna get married
Girl, I'm never, never gonna marry, no no
No, it's the worst that could happen
The worst that could happen
Oh, girl, the worst that could happen