Rain Forest Cafe, last night
Dennis and I went for a few drinks at the Rain Forest Cafe last night. Much deserved after all the stress of taking care of Billy Cat. (Who is actually improving a little. One day at a time.)
This picture inspired me to share some super cool monkey songs, since there are so many good ones to start off a Sunday.
Patti Smith – “Space Monkey”
Iggy Pop & James Williamson “Lucky Monkeys”
Cramps “Monkey With Your Tail”
Pixes “Monkey Gone to Heaven”
Beatles “Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey”
Plasmatics “Monkey Suit”
Rolling Stones “Monkey Man”
Dim Stars “Monkey”
If you call me Maryanne: You’re mostly everyone I know and know that this is what I prefer.
If you call me Mare: You’re probably a lot of people I know who feel a sense of familiarity with me. I love “Mare.”
If you call me Mary: I don’t like that –Mary is not my name.
If you call me Aunt Mare: You’re my very cool nephew, Matthew, age 12.
If you called me Mare-Mare: You were my little cousin Keith who couldn’t pronounce my full name back in the 1960s.
If you called me Mare-a-ree: You were my grandfather’s retarded parakeet.
If you call me Scooch or Snuggle Bunny: You’re my husband.
If you call me Lucy (as in “I Love Lucy”): You are my husband or my brother-in-law.
If you call me Pain in the Ass: You are probably my mother.