Three blocks from my house is the famous FRISCO CHRISTMAS HOUSE. But just eight or nine houses down from us is the not-so-famous-Frisco-copycat house.
I have no desire to see it, yet I feel obligated to tune my radio to FM 99.9 everytime I drive by, just so I can hear what music is playing in sync to their light show.
And tonight was no different.
As we approached the house, on our way to dinner, I instinctively turned my radio on and found 99.9 just in time to drive by and hear the music. I done good. I did what I always do. I did what I needed to do. I did what was expected of me.
However, Rick didn't share my joy.
"How come you never stop and let me see this house?"
"You don't need to."
"Then why do you turn the music on.... and just tease me and fly by?"
And I promised Rick that the next time we drove by... we'd stop.
'Cept I forgot... and on the way home from dinner, I turned on my radio and flew on by.
I blamed my car. It just wouldn't stop if it wasn't the real thing...