Saturday, February 25, 2012

But Baby It's Cold Outside...

Hello there, Friends.  Glad you're checking to see if I'm still e-alive.  To make up for this gross lapse in communication, below are some pictures from last weekends snow storm on the farm.  It was a storm that even a Yankee could be proud of. 

By the way, the title of this blog is of course from the classic Christmas jingle, "Baby it's Cold Outside".  Have you ever listened to the lyrics to this song and thought, "Wow. Creepy."?  Let me set the stage.  Imagine you're at some dudes house for dinner. You laughed together, you ate roasted lamb, you had an all around pleasant time but it's time to go.  He has a snaggle tooth.

You reach for your coat and say,

"I really can't stay
He responds:  (but baby it's cold outside)

I've got to go away
(but baby it's cold outside)

This evening has been
(been hoping that you'd drop in)

So very nice
(i'll hold your hands, they're just like ice)  (An unwanted advance at this point)

My mother will start worry
(beautiful whats your hurry)

My father will be pacing the floor
(listen to the fireplace roar)

So really i'd better scurry
(beautiful please don't hurry)

but maybe just a half a drink more (bad choice, bad, bad, bad choice)
(put some records on while i pour)

the neighbors might faint
(baby it's bad out there)

say what's in this drink  (lady, two words: Date. Rape)
(no cabs to be had out there) (my trunk is available for transport however...)

i wish i knew how
(your eyes are like starlight now)

to break this spell
(i'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)

i ought to say "no, no, no sir" (now you're getting the picture, sister...)
(mind if i move in closer) (he's not getting the picture... knee him)

at least i'm gonna say that i tried (say what?)
(what's the sense in hurtin' my pride) (hurt more than his pride...)

i simply must go
(but baby it's cold outside)

so nice and warm
(look out the window at that storm)

my sister will be suspicious
(gosh your lips look delicious) (Oh, dear)

my brother will be there at the door
(waves upon the tropical shore) (Think Natalie Holloway)

i've gotta get home
(but baby you'd freeze out there)

say lend me a coat
(it's up to your knees out there)

you've really been grand
(i thrill when you touch my hand) (Again, unwanted contact.  However, the drink has kicked in by now. What snaggle tooth?)

but don't you see?
(how can you do this thing to me?) (The Guilt Trip.  Women fall prey to it all the time.)

there's bound to be talk tomorrow
(think of my lifelong sorrow) (See Guilt Trip)

at least there will be plenty implied
(if you got pneumonia and died) (His cover-up)

Sorry to ruin this Christmas classic. These are just the thoughts that run through my head.

Merry Snow Day!