Bands that RAWK

My husband is currently dancing around the bedroom to Rush's 2112 which, from what I've been able to gather from the potent combination of mime and sing-a-long, is the story of a young boy who discovers a guitar and overthrows socialism. All I know is that there is much awkward kicking involved.

Anyway, catering. Sometimes my day job is so ridiculous it borders on, well, the ridiculous. I spent most of yesterday in a parking lot in New Jersey following Donald Trump around with a Diet Coke. We were there for the groundbreaking of his latest building - TRUMP JERSEY CITY - which promises to be just as tacky and overblown as (*insert hair joke here). He arrived in a stretch limo to trumpet fanfare. (The fanfare ended before he'd completed his walk down the red carpet. Unfortunately the trumpeteers only seemed to know that one opening number so after a few seconds of awkward silence they just decided to play it a few more times.) I was armed with my Diet Coke on a silver platter but I couldn't get near the man - the press just swarmed. Like a big game hunter I followed The Donald around the tent, sidestepping middlemen and curious locals, but I just couldn't seem to find my moment. I was starting to get a little tense, between practicing what I was going to say ("Diet Coke?", "Would you like a drink?", "How's about a little refreshment?") and trying not to spill the precious carbonated beverage, but as the band played "You Are The Sunshine Of My Life" I corned him by the buffet. I managed to blurt out "WOULD YOU CARE FOR A DIET COKE MR. TRUMP?" He looked me right in the eye and said, "I'm alright right now".

It would've been better with some awkward kicking.