42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

I owe my dad an apology.

This loving man, who just sent me a little diecast Vega as well as a case for my stereo faceplate, is in fact my buddy. He’s a generous, kind-hearted man but occasionally has a nasty gloating streak.

I said in a comment in my last entry, Go, Go Gadgets, that I would not taint my iPod with REO Speedwagon, but further prodding from this father of mine made me start rolling the idea around in my head.

“I don’t know if it’s worth 99 cents,” I told him over the phone today.

But I spent the money on it anyway, and downloaded some other crap songs that I don’t want to own up to.

And then, tooling down the road, with the stereo blasted loud, I called Dad to tell him I was playing REO, though he couldn’t properly hear it because of my Bluetooth headset.

“You need to apologize to me on your blog.”

Here. Happy? He should be even happier to know that I bought the wrong damned version of the song, and that I like the live version better, the version he has. So I wasted *another* 99 cents.

I’d say you owe me $1.98, Dad, except you just spent close to $6 on shipping me my case and free, mint Vega in intact packaging. Consider us even.

Anyway, hope you’re happy. My iPod did not, in fact, throw up, as I feared it might.

Love you….

Oh, by the way, Dad. Was 69 degrees. Warm. Beautiful. HAH

(Nasty gloating streak apparently hereditary)