They say money can't buy love, but love can't buy a damn thing.
Oh, Joey Crack. You're such a hopeless romantic.
This morning I decided that Koffee Brown's "After Party" is the sweetest and most wholesome let's-go-home-and-fuck song. I listened to it three times while dancing in the foyer and eating a bowl of honeycomb cereal. Speaking of wholesome.
Funny how certain songs will come out and I will absolutely completely unequivacolly hate them, changing the channel on the radio or television dial immediatement when I hear the opening strains. Then months or years later the song is my new best friend. We all have our Nelly Furtados and sometimes Nelly Furtado is my Nelly Furtado. Though in this case it's Koffee Brown. They remind me of people I went to high school with performing at the step show. It warms my non-icy heart.
Anyway, I mention this song because I forgot it's the origin of another entry in Raybear lexicon: Tell your boys good-night. Trouble is, I'm having a hard time describing it. The literal meaning is when you meet someone at the club and you leave early to go home with them -- it's the last thing you say before walking out the door and waiting from them to follow you out. However, I use this phrase in bigger contexts as well, with a general intent of saying it's time to go, or it's time to move on. I also use the phrase to indicate I've interacted with a person who I want to say the phrase to (or have the phrase said to me). For example, while standing in the clerk's office this morning with Roberto and pointing out all the cute clerks, I just shook my head while staring at my favorite and said, "daaaamn....tell your boys good-night."
It has wide usage potential. Much like "don't block the box". Or "it's buttermilk -- go!" Or "I can get behind that."
Sometimes I wonder how the hell anyone understands what the fck I'm talking about. I think I just have a good tone in my delivery, so even if you don't explicitly what I'm talking about, you can pick it up based on context.
This morning I decided that Koffee Brown's "After Party" is the sweetest and most wholesome let's-go-home-and-fuck song. I listened to it three times while dancing in the foyer and eating a bowl of honeycomb cereal. Speaking of wholesome.
Funny how certain songs will come out and I will absolutely completely unequivacolly hate them, changing the channel on the radio or television dial immediatement when I hear the opening strains. Then months or years later the song is my new best friend. We all have our Nelly Furtados and sometimes Nelly Furtado is my Nelly Furtado. Though in this case it's Koffee Brown. They remind me of people I went to high school with performing at the step show. It warms my non-icy heart.
Anyway, I mention this song because I forgot it's the origin of another entry in Raybear lexicon: Tell your boys good-night. Trouble is, I'm having a hard time describing it. The literal meaning is when you meet someone at the club and you leave early to go home with them -- it's the last thing you say before walking out the door and waiting from them to follow you out. However, I use this phrase in bigger contexts as well, with a general intent of saying it's time to go, or it's time to move on. I also use the phrase to indicate I've interacted with a person who I want to say the phrase to (or have the phrase said to me). For example, while standing in the clerk's office this morning with Roberto and pointing out all the cute clerks, I just shook my head while staring at my favorite and said, "daaaamn....tell your boys good-night."
It has wide usage potential. Much like "don't block the box". Or "it's buttermilk -- go!" Or "I can get behind that."
Sometimes I wonder how the hell anyone understands what the fck I'm talking about. I think I just have a good tone in my delivery, so even if you don't explicitly what I'm talking about, you can pick it up based on context.
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That's what I've done sometimes. Sometimes I've even adopted the phrase based solely on my contextual understanding of its meaning. I'm embarassed for myself.
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I posted this in my journal and within ten minutes I had comments from Daniel and Kisha telling me I should ask you:
Anyone know of a queer-friendly DJ in the Chicago area who would like a job on Saturday, April 19th at the University of Chicago for Queers & Associates annual Genderfuck Ball? We're able to pay $300-500 for the night (maybe a little more) and will provide speakers and such. Thanks!
If you would be interested, or if you know someone who is, please email me at clax257@aol.com or IM me at the same name. We'd love to have you. Thanks!
--Nate
dj energy flowing...
(Anonymous) 2003-02-27 10:34 am (UTC)(link)i guess all you have to do it put it out to the universe.
- lynx
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help me, i've been away. it's buttermilk -- go! huh? help mommy understand.
tell your boys goodnight is fabulous. i'm stealing it.
It's buttermilk -- go!
It's definitely something that sounds funnier when said aloud. Or if you've been to weird drama classes.
so there you go!! :)