Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin. Could have been three or four six-packs, I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in, My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die, Tell me, me oh me oh my, Wasn't that a party? Someone took a grapefruit and wore it like a hat, I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to my old tom cat, They were talking about hockey and the cat was talkin' back, Along about then everything went black, But wasn't that a party? I'm sure it's just my memory playin' tricks on me, But I think I saw my buddy cuttin' down my neighbour's tree,
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin. Could have been three or four six-packs, I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in, My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die, Tell me, me oh me oh my, Wasn't that a party? Someone took a grapefruit and wore it like a hat, I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to my old tom cat, They were talking about hockey and the cat was talkin' back, Along about then everything went black, But wasn't that a party? I'm sure it's just my memory playin' tricks on me, But I think I saw my buddy cuttin' down my neighbour's tree,
Old Billy Joe and Tommy, well they went a little far, They were sitting in my backyard blowing on the siren in somebody's police car. So you see, your honour, It was all in fun, That little bitty track meet down on main street, Was just to see if the cops could run, Well, they run us in to see you, In an alcoholic haze, I can sure use those thirty days to recover from the party.
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin. Could have been three or four six-packs, I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in, My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die, Tell me, me oh me oh my, Wasn't that a party? Someone took a grapefruit and wore it like a hat, I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to my old tom cat, They were talking about hockey and the cat was talkin' back, Along about then everything went black, But wasn't that a party? I'm sure it's just my memory playin' tricks on me, But I think I saw my buddy cuttin' down my neighbour's tree,
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Songwriters: Thomas R Paxton / Tom Paxton
Wasn’t That a Party lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
C.: Oh, wow! I feel like cocci! What happened?! Did I relapse and start eating catnip again? No, there;s no evidence of that. And, why am I so sore? I’ll call d.c. and see if he can shed some light on this for me.
d.: (Why can’t some publisher recognize my brilliance as a writer and pay me what I’m worth? Ten trillion might be enough to retire on, if I’m very careful with it). (ring)> (It’s Cal.E., I wonder what she wants). Hi, Cal.E., I thought that you would be otherwise occupied, since Tudcker took a break from training and came home for a visit this weekend. What’s up?
C.: Well, you just answered one question for me. Tucker was home, and that’s why I’m so sore. We played ten games of cat ball. Tucker wanted to stay in shape while he was home and not following his training routine. But, why do I feel like I just ate a bunch of catnip, now that Tucker’s gone back to train at an undisclosed location?
d.: It sounds like you have a “love hangover Cal.E., a bad one..
C.: What’s a “love hangover”?
d.: It’s when you miss your “significant other” when s/he isn’t with you so badly that you can’t think of anything else. It sounds like you have a bad one.
C.: I will admit that I miss the big lug, but what do I do about it?
d.: Well, humans have different ways to deal with something like this. Some turn to drinking alcohol, or taking drugs. You’ve already tried that with eating catnip, though, so I doubt that you want to go back to doing that.
C.: I don’t, but what else can I do?
d.: Well, some other people just try to ignore the pain altogether, but that usually doesn’t work out well.
C.: Why not?
d.: Because it will come to the surface sooner or later. If one doesn’t deal with his or her pain, that person may spend the rest of his or her life wondering “what if I’d done this or that?” I think all humans do that, to a certain extent, but it isn’t healthy to dwell on it.
C.: What other options are there?
d.: Well, some turn to hobbies to occupy their minds. I like to do something physical to get my mind off unpleasant things…
C.: That sounds good. What do you do?
d.: I exercise…
C.: Doing what?
d.: I go to the gym now…
C.: Cats aren’t allowed in gyms.
d.: I used to swim…
C.: Yuck! I’m a cat, even though I was born knowing how, I hate to swim!
d.: Or ride my bike…
C.: I’m a cat! I can’t ride a bike.
d.: Or run…
C.: Next.
d.: Or lift weights
C.: I don’t have opposable thumbs. I guess I’ll just go back to eating catnip.
d.: Or, some people dull their minds by watching television…
C.: My favorite show was cancelled, so that’s out.
d.: Well, some people just throw themselves into their jobs.
C.: That’s it!! I’ll ask for extra shifts at The Kennel. Thanks, d.c. Oh, and by the way, you were going to tell me how my favorite show “Nine Lives to Give” was going to end before it was cancelled. You said you read an article online while working at The Kennel that told the ending of the show.
d.: I suppose I did, but we’re out of time for today. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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