More Than Words
Back when I was in high school, pop love songs were all innuendo. They were sweet and loving little tunes sung by boy bands and teenage girls in malls. Really, I don’t remember our love songs being all that bad.
Unless you include “Cherry Pie”.
Which, of course, I don’t.
There was nothing in that song about love and so therefore does not qualify for this discussion.
As a matter of fact, I distinctly remember one song in particular.
“More Than Words” by Extreme.
A pretty little song sung by two long haired guys playing acoustic guitar talking about showing your special someone you love them with more than mere words. At least that was the argument I presented to my Sunday School teacher who was oddly convinced the song was about something more.
I assumed the “more” was gifts or love notes or flowers or maybe even a hug or two.
That is until I heard this song on Friday night at the end of the year band banquet.
I’m sure I’ve heard the song in the numerous years since I left high school but I likely just glossed over it. Sang along and tried to do the math in my head to figure out how old I was when this song came out.
But this time I heard it after spending the previous half hour watching children do things in public that I’m not even sure I’ve done in private. Seriously. Chris even said those two are gonna make a baby right in the middle of the dance floor.
So it was with this mindset that I heard “More Than Words” and suddenly realized just how down right nasty that song is.
It brought my whole high school love song experience into question.
This is what I was thinking about all the way up to OKC while driving 90 miles an hour. We didn’t get home until really late on Friday night. Teenagers have an enormous amount of energy. I do not. I had crawled into bed sometime around 1:00 am. I vaguely remember Chris’ alarm going off the next morning and then receiving a kiss on the cheek but I have no idea what time that was. The next thing I knew, it was 10:00 am and I had 1 hour to shower, clean the kitchen, pack, drop the drying cleaning off and get gas before I met Fanny and Belle (short for Mrs. Southern Belle – she’s a new character to the blog so everyone say Hi) for lunch at 1:00 pm.
Needless to say, I was late. Fortunately, there were 2 Oklahoma tagged SUV’s traveling out of TX as fast as I was so we tailed each other all the way to Norman. I like to think we all sang “Oklahoma” together when we crossed the Red River. I know I did.
I screeched into Norman on 2 wheels, ordered a salad and soup and sat back to listen to Fanny and Belle talk. Really, I’m not sure I said much but I had a good time listening. The best part was I knew exactly what they were talking about. Kinda gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling to know that even a year after you’ve left, you still know the important things going on in your friend’s lives.
After lunch it was on to OKC to grab Linda on our way to the mecca of outlet shopping, Harold’s. I can’t afford a tee shirt in a regular Harold’s store but the outlet is a different story. It’s huge and covers all seasons, colors, styles and sizes. We spent a fair amount of time there and I came out with a great orange and white wrap dress. It’s much prettier than it sounds and it looks fabulous with my navy necklace.
Then we went to dinner at Nona’s. We ate on the rooftop patio, talked and people watched. I love going down to Bricktown. I love seeing couples, families and, especially this weekend, groups of girls out on the town. I also love Valet parking. Feels luxurious to pull up to the restaurant, take a ticket and walk right into dinner.
After Nona’s came “Indiana Jones”. Not the best movie and not even the best Indiana Jones flick but the popcorn and the gigantic Diet Dr. Pepper were really excellent. That movie theatre has butter next to the napkins so you can add your own. It’s dangerous stuff people.
We looked through pictures back at the house before calling it a night just before midnight. I woke up the next morning, ran 3 miles on Linda’s fancy treadmill, showered and then ate and talked for the next 2 hours. Heavenly.
There’s not much better in life than time with good friends, good food and some good shopping.
For me, the "more than words" love I felt this weekend was in spending time with my friends in OKC. And, that, I am happy to say is what I thought about all the way home driving a comfortable 75 miles an hour this time and smiling the entire time.
Back when I was in high school, pop love songs were all innuendo. They were sweet and loving little tunes sung by boy bands and teenage girls in malls. Really, I don’t remember our love songs being all that bad.
Unless you include “Cherry Pie”.
Which, of course, I don’t.
There was nothing in that song about love and so therefore does not qualify for this discussion.
As a matter of fact, I distinctly remember one song in particular.
“More Than Words” by Extreme.
A pretty little song sung by two long haired guys playing acoustic guitar talking about showing your special someone you love them with more than mere words. At least that was the argument I presented to my Sunday School teacher who was oddly convinced the song was about something more.
I assumed the “more” was gifts or love notes or flowers or maybe even a hug or two.
That is until I heard this song on Friday night at the end of the year band banquet.
I’m sure I’ve heard the song in the numerous years since I left high school but I likely just glossed over it. Sang along and tried to do the math in my head to figure out how old I was when this song came out.
But this time I heard it after spending the previous half hour watching children do things in public that I’m not even sure I’ve done in private. Seriously. Chris even said those two are gonna make a baby right in the middle of the dance floor.
So it was with this mindset that I heard “More Than Words” and suddenly realized just how down right nasty that song is.
It brought my whole high school love song experience into question.
This is what I was thinking about all the way up to OKC while driving 90 miles an hour. We didn’t get home until really late on Friday night. Teenagers have an enormous amount of energy. I do not. I had crawled into bed sometime around 1:00 am. I vaguely remember Chris’ alarm going off the next morning and then receiving a kiss on the cheek but I have no idea what time that was. The next thing I knew, it was 10:00 am and I had 1 hour to shower, clean the kitchen, pack, drop the drying cleaning off and get gas before I met Fanny and Belle (short for Mrs. Southern Belle – she’s a new character to the blog so everyone say Hi) for lunch at 1:00 pm.
Needless to say, I was late. Fortunately, there were 2 Oklahoma tagged SUV’s traveling out of TX as fast as I was so we tailed each other all the way to Norman. I like to think we all sang “Oklahoma” together when we crossed the Red River. I know I did.
I screeched into Norman on 2 wheels, ordered a salad and soup and sat back to listen to Fanny and Belle talk. Really, I’m not sure I said much but I had a good time listening. The best part was I knew exactly what they were talking about. Kinda gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling to know that even a year after you’ve left, you still know the important things going on in your friend’s lives.
After lunch it was on to OKC to grab Linda on our way to the mecca of outlet shopping, Harold’s. I can’t afford a tee shirt in a regular Harold’s store but the outlet is a different story. It’s huge and covers all seasons, colors, styles and sizes. We spent a fair amount of time there and I came out with a great orange and white wrap dress. It’s much prettier than it sounds and it looks fabulous with my navy necklace.
Then we went to dinner at Nona’s. We ate on the rooftop patio, talked and people watched. I love going down to Bricktown. I love seeing couples, families and, especially this weekend, groups of girls out on the town. I also love Valet parking. Feels luxurious to pull up to the restaurant, take a ticket and walk right into dinner.
After Nona’s came “Indiana Jones”. Not the best movie and not even the best Indiana Jones flick but the popcorn and the gigantic Diet Dr. Pepper were really excellent. That movie theatre has butter next to the napkins so you can add your own. It’s dangerous stuff people.
We looked through pictures back at the house before calling it a night just before midnight. I woke up the next morning, ran 3 miles on Linda’s fancy treadmill, showered and then ate and talked for the next 2 hours. Heavenly.
There’s not much better in life than time with good friends, good food and some good shopping.
For me, the "more than words" love I felt this weekend was in spending time with my friends in OKC. And, that, I am happy to say is what I thought about all the way home driving a comfortable 75 miles an hour this time and smiling the entire time.
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