My observation went unnoticed.
Approximately 26 of us exited the bus in a mostly subdued manner. I imagined the others shared my thoughts (albeit not the one about the prowess required by coach driving): let's find a kiosk that sells beverages. Non-alcoholic.
But, this story isn't supposed to be about earlier. It's about later, when we were back on the bus after our group visit to the
The guy sitting next to me and I started talking about music. He's a guy who knows music. I'm a girl who hears it at the gym. He was talking about the crap on the charts. I laughed and told him the story about my recent run-in with the top-whatever-that-crap-is-they-put-on-the-music-channel-at-the-gym.
As we chatted, one song ended and another started. Pink bellowed out the latest example of her sugary grit and spitfire signature.
Does she know any other formulas?
And I realised that despite not being able to name 1 specific song by Pink, I knew that this was the one that I had heard at the gym and seen the video in which she rages ire against some dude by sawchaining down a tree.
Everbrooder Pink finished, and the Pussycat Dolls started.
Do you know what?
It was the very same PCD* song I had heard that very same, previously referenced day.
Two songs: hardly a noteworthy coincidence.
Guess what happened next. And next.
Ok -- three songs, followed by a fourth: Pitbull and his Calle Ocho.
Four songs in a row just at the moment when I was relaying the previous moment when I first heard this playlist.
Ok, maybe you had to be there.
The Mines of Moria are pretty cool, though. Even with the orcs.
*I just made up that acronym for the Pussycat Dolls all by myself. Sometime I astound myself with how clever and cool I can be.