Corey Hart Rocks The House Old School

So the last pre-Christmas craziness is done (other than the cross-country trek to spend two days with family who may not all be there-- and by that I don't only mean "not all there crazy"). I finished my shopping and my "personal assistant to Andrew's dad" shopping. I got the tree up with a nice little "timer" to turn the lights on. I decorated the fireplace and the rest of the house. We are officially a Christmas-zone. Not a crazy Griswoldian zone though. Target wasn't even that bad. But just for those faithful readers out there to be up on this, I won't be blogging again till after Christmas, since tomorrow starts the eternal family quest round of visits. Off to Florida. Then back here the 23rd for family stuff, till just after the first of the year. Anyway. Doesn't leave much room for thoughts to share with total strangers about my private life. :) While I'm gone, amuse yourself with the Online Etch-a-sketch, courtesy of the movie Elf. (Which I haven't seen. Probably a video pick). So a good one to end your year with.

On the way to Target, I heard Corey Hart on the radio, singing "Sunglasses at Night." I thought, "whatever happened to good old Corey?" I had such a crush on him-- with his Elvis-like little crooked sneer-smile and his croony flipped hair and cute little fonzi-esque leather jacket. So dreamy. So now I've answered my own question by googling the man. http://www.coreyhart.com/. Apparently Corey is a dad; will have a new baby in, like, a month. Four kids. Figures such a cute boy would have lots of cute kids. You can listen to a new version of the song on this site, and the main page is sort of "bloggish." Funny.

I have to say I like the old version much, much more. There was something sort of "bad-boy who would break your heart and leave you with a collection of cheap silver jewelry, declaring his love for you while he dated your sister" creepy about that slow guitar riff in the background. The new one is a bit too DJ'd sounding, like something the tuxedo-clad DJ at Seville Quarter used to mix up for us back in the 90s. But boy, that song brought back memories of high school and crushes and cruising down pristine white-sand Florida beaches wearing your sister's coolest bikini, with a wine cooler in one hand and your best girlfriends next to you and a guy named Howard (who we called "the duck") scamming on you..... you know what I'm talking about. Awwwww yeah. Except for Howard, (who was old enough to be my, well, older uncle) it was allllll good.