Last night was one of those nights. Those kind of nights when you go to bed feeling so exhausted you might actually fall over if your bed was any more steps away from the doorway of the bedroom. Then when you get into your bed your fiance makes sympathetic noises about being tired too and then, just as you are turning your bedside lamp off, he rolls over and turns his bedside lamp on so that he can read just one more chapter, which turns into, you know, five.

And then you start talking about the wedding that will happen someday and whether or not his asshole friend from the game shop should be invited and then, the larger issue, whether or not his sisters should be invited, which leads to the conversation about whether or not we should put faith in his family to remain civil should they somehow all end up in one place for the first time in more than three years which, somehow, leads to a conversation about music to play at the wedding.

And somehow, even though it's now an hour and a half later than it was when you fell into bed, you are suddenly awake! And talking about music! And agreeing not to play Unchained Melody and trying not to laugh about having a fiance who says "god that song is just soooo overdone" and then asking why you would want to walk down the aisle to anything other than the standard organ-played traditional bridal march.

I might have mentioned that I am kind of in love with this one song that would work as an aisle walking song, no matter which direction we are walking. Will isn't too familiar with the song and when I said "it's the people as M&Ms song and the song from the end of Empire Records!" he still wasn't convinced that it belonged on an important playlist (hello! It's Empire Records! Is there a song from that movie that isn't playlist worthy?). So he said "here, we'll turn on the radio for inspiration."

And he turns on the radio? And? No joke? I cannot even make this stuff up, this is what comes out of the radio:

"She's a bitch but she's my bitch."

No kidding.

It was the very last lyric to either a song or what had to have been a hysterical ad. Either way, we laughed ourselves stupid. And then spent a half an hour trying to figure out what the lyric belonged to.

So yeah, it was one of those nights.