Well I woke up this morning ... and I got myself a beer.
Not really, but whenever I find myself saying “Well I woke up this morning” it is always followed by the “and I got myself a beer” - sometimes with the “…glass” following that.
Not a very long story behind that. You can thank my mother for waking me up on Saturday mornings to the blaring sounds of Janis Joplin, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, Journey, The Doors, and get this, Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand thrown into the mix as well.
Anyways, Saturday mornings would also begin with my mom having a traditional bottle of Michelob Light (no, she was/is not an alcoholic – it was just part of the weekend routine). So anyways, when Jim Morrison would begin to sing Roadhouse Blues we (my mother and I) would always greatly emphasize (yes, somewhat yell) the line “Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer” because it was true (for my mother) and funny for me.
Eventually, as time went on, I would get up in the morning and pour my recommended daily serving of orange juice into one of the many beer glasses we had in our cupboards. (Again, my mother was/is not an alcoholic – I think everyone has at least a couple glasses with beer logos on them somewhere in their house). Then, when our favorite line came up we would sing “Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer” and after a pause count of one, two, three (to keep with the musical beat of the song) I would raise my OJ, point to the beer logo on the outside and say “glass,” because I, in fact, had woke up that morning and got myself a beer glass.
It became one of those great mother-daughter inside jokes that has lasted throughout the years, and, dysfunctional as the tradition may sound, I am just glad that it was only the beer glass I was allowed to have instead of an actual beer at that age… now that would be disturbing.
Not really, but whenever I find myself saying “Well I woke up this morning” it is always followed by the “and I got myself a beer” - sometimes with the “…glass” following that.
Not a very long story behind that. You can thank my mother for waking me up on Saturday mornings to the blaring sounds of Janis Joplin, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, Journey, The Doors, and get this, Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand thrown into the mix as well.
Anyways, Saturday mornings would also begin with my mom having a traditional bottle of Michelob Light (no, she was/is not an alcoholic – it was just part of the weekend routine). So anyways, when Jim Morrison would begin to sing Roadhouse Blues we (my mother and I) would always greatly emphasize (yes, somewhat yell) the line “Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer” because it was true (for my mother) and funny for me.
Eventually, as time went on, I would get up in the morning and pour my recommended daily serving of orange juice into one of the many beer glasses we had in our cupboards. (Again, my mother was/is not an alcoholic – I think everyone has at least a couple glasses with beer logos on them somewhere in their house). Then, when our favorite line came up we would sing “Well I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer” and after a pause count of one, two, three (to keep with the musical beat of the song) I would raise my OJ, point to the beer logo on the outside and say “glass,” because I, in fact, had woke up that morning and got myself a beer glass.
It became one of those great mother-daughter inside jokes that has lasted throughout the years, and, dysfunctional as the tradition may sound, I am just glad that it was only the beer glass I was allowed to have instead of an actual beer at that age… now that would be disturbing.
1 comment:
isn't that blast from the past.
...reminds me of the "oh, let it please be him" being sung to the telephone as it rang days!
love always,
your (non-alcoholic) mother
p.s. don't even know why i came here today...better yet..why am i up at 8:21 a.m.?
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