Broken Wing

First Off:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAMMER!!!!!

(And Happy 250th Birthday, Mozart!)

Tonight was strange. I went from Bernard Henri Levy to McDonalds. Then to Cheers. IrishBird took the microphone.

"This is dedicated to a sweet girl," she said. "This is dedicated to my dear friend Hyde."

I looked up skeptically.

"This is dedicated to my dear friend Hyde and her boy-- Narc."

Uh oh...

She sang "Broken Wing" by Martina McBride. (I would link to the song, but my computer is giving me issues.) Anyway, here are the words:

She loved like he was the last man on earth.
Gave him everything she ever had.
He'd break her spirit down, then come lovin' up on her.
Give a little, then take it back.

She'd tell him about her dreams - he'd just shoot 'em down.
Lord, he loved to make her cry.
"You're crazy for believin' you'll ever leave the ground."
He said "Only angels know how to fly."

And with a broken wing, she still sings.
She keeps an eye on the sky.
With a Broken wing, she carries her dreams.
Man, you ought to see her fly.

One Sunday mornin', she didn't go to church.
He wondered why she didn't leave.
He went up to her bedroom.
Found a note by the window,
With the curtains blowin' in the breeze,

And with a broken wing, she still sings.
She keeps an eye on the sky.
With a broken wing, she carries her dreams.
Man, you ought to See her fly.

With a broken wing,
She carries her dreams.
Man, you ought to see her fly.

(With a broken wing. Oooooh)

Anyway-- I cried. I cried hard. But I was confused about what was going on in the song. Does the girl kill herself? Or does she run away and leave her man? Thoughts?

A few drinks later, I looked around at my company-- BulgarianGuy to one side, MarriedGuy to the left. I had fucked them both. Time to go home...

I have to wake up in five hours. Tomorrow is my first day for the new semester.

Beginnings anyone?

-H-