Andy calls me Buttercup, because I want my life to be like the movies. Ya know. Buttercup, from the Princess Bride. Anyway, he's right. Life should have spot lighting, a soundtrack, and always a happy ending. Today, instead of working on election night like I should be, I'm creating my soundtrack.
Now, a year ago, I made the soundtrack of my life, 20 songs from every stage of my past 26 years. That's not what I'm making today. Today, I'm making a CD to carry around with me, with an appropriate song for each potential situation. For example, when I tell someone off with my biting wit and verbal pyrotechnics, I want "It's in the Way That You Use It" by Eric Clapton to play, as I spin on my heels and walk away from the offending party, perhaps high fiving a stranger on my exit. When I drive off into the sunset, on my way to go make it big in New York or London, "Send me on My Way" by Rusted Root, or when I'm speeding down the freeway, hair flying everywhere, I need some Aretha. When Bonnie and I walk into a happenin' bar, they should play "Crazy in Love". And, when the credits roll, the enemy is sqaushed, and me, my fabulous friends, and my gorgeous husband (potentially, a member of a European royal family) live happilly ever after, I want "As" by Stevie Wonder to play, as the credits roll.
I wonder if I can hire a dj to follow me around. Because, seriously. Life's more interesting with an actual soundtrack. I pretend one exists anyway. Why not have a real one?