I like to write little notes to my son in his lunch. Sometimes he gets them. Sometimes he doesn’t. His reading is still coming along but he’s still learning about abbreviations.
T.G.I.F is what I write in his lunchbox every Friday. Because if you’ve forgotten what school is like, the weekends are just as valuable to them as it is to us working stiffs. So I try to celebrate a little. Order pizza, watch a movie, listen to some crazy music.
And in an effort to be a little fun and funny in my household, I did something truly awful. I googled a song that I can. not. get. out. of. my. head. And then I realized that most weekend songs are just plain awful. Maybe it’s because we’re all celebrating with a few cocktails and we’ve lost all sense of what good music sounds like.
Now, you’re wondering exactly what that song was. And you’re also trying to recall what other weekend songs are out there. So for a little fun and annoyance, I’ve made a little soundtrack for your weekend.
First up, THE song in question. You’re welcome and I’m sorry.
Let’s move on.
If you grew up in the 80s, you’re bound to know this next one. And I think I’m the only person in America that could not stand this song. So how come I know every single word to this? Even if you know the song, it’s worth it to watch again just to remind yourself that guys shouldn’t wear headbands. Ever.
Okay, okay. I’ll help you cleanse your mind. This is one of my very favorite songs. I never really thought of it as a weekend song but since it’s called “Friday I’m In Love,” I think we can official call The Cure a party band.
Speaking of parties, that’s what Saturday should be about, right? Or should I say S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night?
What? You don’t know the Bay City Rollers? I can remember pouring over the pages of Tiger Beat magazine trying to decide which one was the cutest. From what I recall, I liked the guy second from the right, but let’s be clear. They are NO Duran Duran.
There are more but I’m out of time and I’m pretty sure the weekend is officially here (at least on East Coast time).
Tell me your favorite weekend song (and no, it doesn’t have to involve bad hair bands or the words Friday or Saturday). I just need some better music running through my head.