If you see a faded sign at the side of the road...

It occurred to me the other day that the closest any of us will come to living in High School Musical is when Love Shack comes on the PA system in the supermarket.




It was amazing to hear EVERYONE in the store start singing along and all the trolleys started moving a little faster because everyone was doing that "I'm dancing but I don't want you to know it" move... You know you've done it. They were all singing softly so no one else could hear (except the guy in the next aisle buying toilet paper and fish fingers which he was also loud about(and I have no idea why they are in the same aisle) he was REALLY getting into it) but the combined singing was loud enough to be heard across the shop. CLASSIC.



It has made me think that perhaps I need to post something I wrote a while ago out of boredom and avoiding a conversation with Mr-stinky-arm-rest-hog on my flight to Brisbane for the Tupperware thing. I have made no secret of my dislike for all things HSM, well, actually I don't go around sharing it willy-nilly but should the topic come up I will share openly that I find those movies disturbing and downright weird. All that breaking into perfectly composed song (how do they all know the words???) and those perfectly choreographed dances where the frenemies are all doing the same thing when at my school if you didn't like someone you wouldn't be joining in their dance about how they didn't like you!!! This weird little interlude shouldn't come as a surprise to those close to me. But if the uninitiated wish to stop reading this blog after you read all this then so be it. So anyway this is what my up before dawn brain strung together...




Do you ever wonder what the world would be like living in HSM? I have "Manic Monday" going in my ears and I'm secretly wishing the whole plane would jump up and burst into song around me. Then on comes "Here I Go Again" and I can see the old bald guy behind me jumping into the aisle and rocking out! Agh the ways I amuse myself flying without kids. "And We Danced" would see all the hosties whipping out instruments up the front and doing a little number with the passengers grooving along from their seats. The worrying thing is when I start to see the pilots come out as a backing dancers for the business class chicks singing "Roam". So who's flying the plane in this hallucination brought about by a severe lack of sleep? And am I starting to groove a little to much siting here in my seat? I must keep myself in check so I don't jump onto the aisle and start singing along to the music that is only in my head.



That was the flight down, the flight back was equally sleep deprived and full of weirdos (it's up to you if you think I am including the Tupperware folk as part of that "weirdos" group or not)


Okay my world got just a bit weirder when we were sitting at the conference and they were doing another lot of recognition and they were calling excited Tupperware ladies out to the stage to give them more gifts and they were playing "All In This Together"! Seriously, that was a turn I didn't expect in a room full of grown ups. Next thing I was expecting Zac Effron to groove out on stage and start serenading the number 1 tupper-chick. Now I don't scream and I don't surround myself with screaming chicks all that often so between hysterically excited Tupperware ladies and thumping loud music and not enough sleep I got a headache pretty quick. I also got gas. That was nothing to do with the Tupperware ladies, music or sleeplessness that was more to do with flying. I had a rather uncomfortable morning session with those combined but I was determined to do something about it when I got to check into my room at lunch time. Problem was I got to my room and found I didn't have any panadol on my bag! I had so many delays getting into my room that by the time I had eaten my lunch I didn't have time to duck back to the chemist I had seen down the street to grab some. As I was walking out the door a familiar package caught my eye, panadol in the minibar...
$3 for two tablets! No way I'll keep the headache thanks. I got back to the ex-centre and the music was thumping again. I figured someone would have a spare panadol, it was a room full of (mostly) women, someone had to have one. Thankfully my manager did, I got her last one... now I could get back to my own little HSM hallucination.



So, now you know what is on my iPod, if you still like me then that's just great. You also know a little more about the inner workings of my brain, if you still like me after that then you are probably about as strange as I am.