It’s a given that lots of things seem like a good idea after you’ve had a few. That’s why most of your better tattoo parlors won’t ink you up when you’re three sheets to the wind, and how folks end up at Denny’s munching pancackes at three in the morning. There is another hidden danger, though, and you don’t even need your car keys land yourself in trouble.
That’s right. I’m talking about iTunes.
I found out the hard way last week after I brought Samuel Adams home for a little visit. Nothing extreme, mind you–just a couple of Summer Ales to usher in the dog days down here in Florida. Well, one thing led to another, and before you know it my wife and I were waxing nostalgic about the music of our youth. As we both grew up in the 80s, you can imagine where that conversation ended up.
Let’s just say that having access to a vault containing a gazillion songs proved too much of a temptation to resist after that last beer went down. We started out with a little Bel Biv DeVoe, and by the time it was all over I had also added “Smooth Criminal” and “Gonna Make You Sweat” to my digital music collection. Thank God I only burned a gift card instead of my wallet.
So let this be a lesson to you, kiddies. When you make a run for the cold ones, be sure to keep your hands off that computer–lest you end up with a painful case of buyer’s regret. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go download some Haircut 100.
That “Lemon Firebrigade” was always catchy…
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