Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto’s always been; when it’s right, it’s right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything’s a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.
As I drove home dejectedly from Big Cottonwood Canyon, after having been denied a chance to ski the fathoms of fresh snow, that most bizarre and creepy song “Afternoon Delight” came on the radio*. And that was all it took for me to make arrangements to return, as soon as the plow king got around to clearing the canyon, back up to the mountains and partake.
*It was part of some contest, and not on the regular playlist. I swear.
Today? Well, today the goal is to find a way to get some more.**
**Skiing, I mean.