Entry 2:

I love country music. I love that it is crossing over. I hate that I have to listen to popular songs twice as much as the rest of you. A country song gets big on the country stations and I listen to it for a few months until it fades away to the music-hits-graveyard. Then when it is reincarnated as a pop song, I listen to it all over again. It’s too much.

I stopped listening to Shania Twin long before I stopped think her music was any good only because I was so sick of hearing her all the time.

Enter Faith Hill’s This Kiss.

While a senior in college my friend Mandi and I decided to get drunk on an entire bottle of SoCo (Southern Comfort), the mere smell of which now makes me nauseous. Her thing was to take small sips chased with apple juice. She felt if you alternated SoCo and apple juice enough, you eventually wouldn’t know the difference and could drink the SoCo without a chaser. But she was out of apple juice so we used cherry Hi-C.

I am not a sipper, I admit it. So I would drink as much SoCo as I could handle and quickly chase it. I did this much too fast and quickly got drunk. Mandi, pissed that I was drinking her drink more quickly than she was started sipping faster.

That night I am told I threw up, but I don’t remember. Although, if Angela said it I know it was true. Mandi thought she was fine and went to a party. And threw up on the front porch. So much they had to hose off both her and the porch. It was the first time she ever threw up.

While we had been drinking our SoCo, Mandi played her newest favorite song at the time: This Kiss by Faith Hill. I of course, was sick of the song by this point and asked her to it on something else. “As soon as it’s over” she kept promising.

Sneaky little girl had the song on repeat and played it all night but I was too drunk to catch on.