I just got back from dessert at a quaint little French restaurant here in Austin. You know, one of those places that's overly expensive because the name is some French word nobody can pronounce. One of those places where you expect the food to be good precisely because it's expensive and you can't pronounce the name. I ordered creme brulee. It wasn't good. I also ordered some kind of coffee with alcohol in it. It wasn't good either. And as if the fact that I was paying $11 for coffee and dessert wasn't enough, there was a huge cockroach crawling on the wall behind me.

But the highlight of the night was the live piano player who provided the background music for our conversation. His setlist included such hits as "What If God Was One of Us" by Joan Osborne, "The Dance" by Garth Brooks, and "When a Man Loves a Woman" by Michael Bolton. I was doing ok with the music until I looked up and saw a couple at the bar sharing a romantic moment while the soft melodies of Marcy's Playground's "Sex and Candy" played in the background. That's when all conversation stopped.

Me: Is that Sex and Candy?
S: I think so. They wrote sheet music for that song?
Me: Apparently so. Do you think he takes requests?

I never went over and asked if he did, but if he had I totally would have requested "Beat It" by Michael Jackson. Let's see him tinker that one out on a piano.