Here we are... in the Shenandoah Valley, in a tropical frame of mind
On the Phone
Among my favorite Buffett tunes is "Everybody's on the Phone"
It's a lot of fun, and really sums up today's society's love affair with the wireless world.
Everybody's on the Phone (play)
(Buffett/Will Kimbrough)
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wireless wacky fog
Squawkin' talkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Bombay to L.A.
Teenage needs and long-held dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me an e-mail, bring me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Now I'm a real jungle jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts
On every major city across the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody band
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
I'll call you back
It's a lot of fun, and really sums up today's society's love affair with the wireless world.
Everybody's on the Phone (play)
(Buffett/Will Kimbrough)
Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum
But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wireless wacky fog
Squawkin' talkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through
Toasters talk to crackberries, Bombay to L.A.
Teenage needs and long-held dreams as minutes tick away
We act like crazy people talking to ourselves
Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf
The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Do you remember dialing up?
Yes I remember well
Now I just can't go anywhere with out my sacred cell
I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me an e-mail, bring me up, give me a call
I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Now I'm a real jungle jump up
I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the dropouts
On every major city across the land
I got my Marley on my ringtone, getup, standup, reachout, touch somebody band
Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the satellites
Let me text you with your master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I gotta get over by the beerstand
Oh shit my batteries are going
I'll call you back
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7046 Ore Bank Rd.
Port Republic, VA 24471-2205
540.249.4169
JOIN:Sign up as a member here, and one of the big fins will be in touch with details. OR...
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Fruitcakes: we got'em
LIQUID ASSETSThe Sleeper
1/2 oz Absolut Vodka
1/2 oz Blue Curacao
1/2 oz Margaritaville Tequila
1/2 oz Gin
1/2 oz Captain Morgan Rum
2 oz 7-Up
2 oz Sweet and Sour Mix
Pour all ingredients except the 7-Up into a chilled glass filled with ice cubes. Top with 7-Up and stir gently.
Tequila Zombie -
This drink is a simple and delicoius drink to try this New Year's.
1 shot Absolut Vodka
1 shot Jose Cuervo Tequila
1 splash of Creme de Menthe
1 shot Captain Morgan Rum
2 shots Grapefruit Juice
2 shots Orange Juice
Pour the alcohol in a cocktail shaker and shake. Next add the two juices and mix well. Strain over ice in a tall glass. Also, remember to use just a little Creme de Menthe, you do not need to use too much.
FRUITCAKESYou know I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day. She runs this space station and bake shop down near boomtown. She told me that human beings are flawed individuals. The cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a little too early -- and thats the reason were as crazy as we are.
And I believe it.
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