My Achy Breaky Heart
It was like 7th grade in the junior high cafeteria all over again, except with lots of drunk Swedes dressed in 80s outfits. Talk about teaching kids skills for life. What would the world come to without line dancing? I'm not really sure if I got it 100% correct, but then, who here would know the difference? I was probably the only one in the room who came from a place where that song was actually taken seriously at some point.
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Congratulations. If you can hum the melody to that chorus, you're probably from Idaho. If you can hum "Achy Breaky Heart" and Brooks and Dunn's "Boot Scootin' Boogie," you're probably from Montana.
Come on baby, let’s go boot scootin’
Oh cadillac, blackjack, baby meet me out back
We’re gonna boogie
Oh, get down, turn around, go to town
Boot scootin’ boogie
I met up with Mamma Mu yesterday for a little night out on the town. We had a great time discussing the pros and cons of Swedish vs. British men, but I'm not sure we came to any firm conclusions, other than the fact that we're both amazed at the fellows who continue to try even when we answer them in monosyllables. And that the 70s-porn-star-wanna-be-look is NOT pretty, especially if that is the look you were TRYING for. Leave the low-riding tight jeans with the cicular impression of the snus can in your father's closet.