The Weather Girls’ “It’s Raining Men” (which, according to Last.fm, I’ve listened to 21 times since August) played in US Bank when I went to deposit the Emporium’s money. The English guy that works there was there. I told him how it reminded me of the discos in Scotland. “Oh yes,” he agreed, and we proceeded to list off the standards in a British disco—Abba’s “Dancing Queen” and the “Grease” medley among them–much to the befuddlement of his co-workers. I also informed him that the Emporium did, in fact, carry Blackthorn dry cider, to which he replied, I’ll have to stock up for when my mom comes to visit.
welcomeA blog by Vanessa Query aka Vee the Monsoon, with ruminations on topics ranging from my adventures as a dilettante/ gadabout/ starving artist to insipid missives about things and people I love to socio-political/ theoretical observations on art, entertainment, and culture. Plus some pretty pictures.
This blog is no longer. Check out my food blog, They Call Me Oystergirl, launched in September 2012.
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