me, melanie and mitra

Last night we went out to our fancy schmancy dinner. Despite the cheese of corporate events, it was a nice evening. Of course, the only people we knew were the crew - Niqui-Beth's boyfriend (see models blog) was doing sound, one of our makeup artists, Leon was there body painting some performers and Steve knew a cameraman that was recording the event. And apart from them, the only people we spoke to were the couple sitting at our table and the astronomers who had set up telescopes on the lawn to look at the moon (partial eclipse last night) and Jupiter. So, it was a good thing that we didn't spend so much money on a suit and such. But Steve did buy a pair of shoes - dirt cheap shoes - he said he couldn't justify spending more. So we kept talking about his shoes: "how do you like my fancy Italian shoes?"

I had to recount the night that me, Melanie and Mitra went to the Mo & Me documentary the night Melanie got back from Italy. Melanie and I couldn't stop bitching about the Italians. A brief apology is necessary to any Italians reading this, but really the service and even politeness areas of your culture could learn a lesson from the South Africans even - and that is saying something... Meanwhile, I love the Germans, but my friend Sabine, who is German, can't stand them and loves the Italians. Truthfully, no one's opinions really matter that much. But Steve twigged on to the catch phrase "me, melanie and mitra" and said it sounded like a movie. I said it sounded like a blog title.

Problem is, I couldn't think of the blog to go with the title. But then I got home to an email from Mitra. She said she was listening to Simon & Garfunkel's Homeward Bound and realised its my anthem. I had to tell her that it was included on the airline radio last year when I went home and I felt the same way. She told me it was so much my anthem that I was REQUIRED to post the lyrics on my blog. So I have now managed to post a blog that incorporates Italians, Simon & Garfunkel, and me, Melanie and Mitra.

Without further ado:

Homeward Bound (4:22) P. Simon, 1966 Released on Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme (On the Australian release, this is the studio version.) I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination, mmm On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly planned For a poet and a one-man band Homeward Bound, I wish I was Homeward Bound Home, where my thought's escaping Home, where my music's playing Home, where my love lies waiting Silently for me Every day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me The movies and the factories And every stranger's face I see Reminds me that I long to be Homeward Bound, I wish I was Homeward Bound Home, where my thought's escaping Home, where my music's playing Home, where my love lies waiting Silently for me Tonight I'll sing my songs again I'll play the game and pretend But all my words come back to me In shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me Homeward Bound, I wish I was Homeward Bound Home, where my thought's escaping Home, where my music's playing Home, where my love lies waiting Silently for me Homeward Bound, I wish I was Homeward Bound Home, where my thought's escaping Home, where my music's playing Home, where my love lies waiting Silently for me Silently for me