Here’s the thing: 5-hour energy used to have those ads about the 2:30 feeling. Where 2:30 hits and you say to yourself “I could really take a big-time nap right now but unfortunately I still have two-and-a-half hours left at my job that makes me want to murder children.”
In reality 5-hour makes me too jittery to be productive, so when it’s 2:30, and Ray’s chapping my ass about not blogging enough, I turn to a 2:30 jam to ratchet myself back up.
Today hablamos alguna Español in honor of Cinco De Mayo.
No question this is an all-time jam — good at 2:30 p.m. or 2:30 a.m.
The only time I didn’t enjoy it was because of Ray. Before we lived in Utah, he came up from Tennessee to stay at my house in St. Louis for a weekend. He had to leave early Sunday morning and myself, my girlfriend at the time and my roommate were all fast asleep around 8:30 a.m. after a night out at the legendary Nick’s Pub in Dogtown. Quick shoutout Nick’s Pub. My favorite bar of all time. Used to call it “The Office” because we’d go there to do work.
Anyway, Ray decides, instead of simply waking us up to say “Goodbye,” that he’s going to plug in our computer speakers and play this song at an extremely high volume. It played through once and I chuckled, and I was like OK, Ray, that’s funny, good one.
Then it played again.
After four times through I angrily arose from my bed and stormed into the living room to berate Ray.
Except he wasn’t there.
The bastard had left to drive back to Tennessee and left this on repeat.
I’ll get him back someday.