arriving in chicago today i parked my uber delicious rental vehicle in the garage across from the affinia hotel . now usually i use some sort of memory game, mnemonic device, or simple lead/ink and paper to document the whereabouts of my parking spot...in a pinch i have even been known to store this info as a contact in my phone--i'm that neurotic/ocd. anywho, while riffling through my overloaded, travel crap laden bags, groping for a writing implement while getting on the elevator, low and behold an absolutely genius, integrated, free and public memory trigger for the garage: each floor is named for a classic singer/musical artist. as i observed the floors i noted some of music's greatest. frank sinatra, etta james, miles davis...i myself had the pleasure to park on "tony bennent" and whilst i waited for the elevator, i swooned to his greatest hits played via speaker. still waiting for the elevator (normally my vote is for stairs, but remember, i am luggage toting) i continue to amuse myself while perusing the other "floor artists" when i get up to the 7th floor, hark! is that....barbara freakin' streisand among music's elite denizens of cool? at first i wonder if this is a joke, perhaps a renegade "babs" fan stuck on a sticker or something? but no, using my finger in attempt to scratch her off floor 7, I come to the stark conclusion that someone out there proactively chose streisand to be the valiant keeper of floor 7 and for you, parking structure music curator, my head hangs in embarrassment...
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I certainly hope that the top floor was labeled "Michael Bolton"...(no relation to Emily).
i most certainly home there is a floor higher than michael bolton for jimmy buffett, followed by phil collins in genisis, followed by cl.aiken, followed by lionell ritchie's head scultpure from the hello video.
god...can i just go ahead and say you all absolutely slay me!
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