Driving Home
2005-05-11 - 2:15 p.m.

Yesterday, I got moved to the Foxboro office to cover the front desk. My last visit to Foxboro was the day before Moosie died, when I left work early to take him to an emergency vet visit. The time before that, I managed to bring the video camera instead of the breast pump to work with me.* Consequently, when Gail told me I was needed there, I didn't have high hopes. Happily, it turned out to be a pleasant if unevenful day--one of the best kinds of workdays, especially when you only have one a week.

When we left the building at 5, we walked out into a gorgeous spring evening. The sun was out, the air was warm, the birds were singing. It was practically a Disney moment. I started the car, opened the sunroof and all the windows, and waved goodbye to the rest of the office staff. Life was good. But it needed a soundtrack.

Music in the car is an important thing. Just last week, I was waxing poetic about starting my day with Howard Jones. I know that's not everyone's idea of a good driving-to-work tune, but the flashback was a nice touch. Tuesday afternoon, though, wasn't for Howard Jones. It was for windows-down music, and there are only a few things that would do.

I searched the stations, certain the Radio Gods would smile on me again. I couldn't tell you what I was looking for, but I knew I would know it when I heard it. And then, after no less than 12 button pushes, there they were--the opening notes to You Shook Me All Night Long. Nothing like a little Angus Young to lighten up a drive home.

I sang along again with every word. Stopped at a light, I realized I was playing AC/DC for everyone around me. Didn't matter. I kept singing. The man in the lane next to me looked over, shook his head, and laughed. "What station are you on?" he yelled. I answered him and sang away.

I've had the song stuck in my head ever since. This is not a bad thing.

*In my defense, they are both in similar cases--small, black, rectangular and boxy, with long shoulder straps, zippers around the top and a pocket in the front. This did not, however, improve the situation when I discovered my error. Will was not interested in video of my breasts.

She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there

'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were makin it and you -

Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long

Working double time
On the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause
Just another course
Made a meal out of me and come back for more
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing

'Cause the walls were shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were makin it and you -


And knocked me out and then you
Shook me all night long
You had me shakin' and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Well you took me

You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Ooooh you
Shook me all night long
Yeah, yeah, you
Shook me all night long

Your really took me and you
Yeah you shook me, yeah you shook me
All night long


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