(This is my second attempt with this idea. The first was in February 2005, posting number 53.)
Below you will find what appears to a simple diary or personal log of a weekend celebration. But there is more to the story than what meets the eye. Contained and hidden, and complete in the following paragraphs are the titles of familiar hit songs. The last "Name That Tune" used mostly songs from the 60s, this one features songs from the 50s,60s, 70s, 80s and 90s in all fairness to age differences of the readers. They are complete and not separated by any punctuation or other words. How many can you find?
The weekend was here and now I decided to go downtown to celebrate. I waited at the the bus stop until a quarter to three, before hailing a taxi instead.
....Since it was early in the afternoon, I told the driver to roll on down the highway. I said he take a joyride over by Indian Lake and through the poor side of town. "Go your own way," I said. So he took the boulevard past Macarthur Park. The ride was uneventful, an afternoon delight for city driving on a Friday.
....While we were running free of traffic, I thought about the awful heatwave we were having. This summer in the city had some unusual heat, the hottest I could recall. Wouldn't it be nice if we were to have some summer rain? I'd be glad all over to go walking in the rain just about now. Time after time the weatherman said there was a chance for rain, but alas, there were no raindrops.
....Maybe I should take a sea cruise and sail away to somewhere beyond the sea. Hah! That'll be the day! If I could, I'd go now! It was something to think about. If you could read my mind, you'd see me on a secluded beach with a lovely girl. Yes, she's a beauty! She could be a Playboy centerfold. Just imagine!
....We were heading east on Broadway. It was daylight now, but later everything would be lit up like a neon rainbow. The cab let me off down on the corner from the Hotel California. Next door at a travel agency, I saw a poster that said I should be leaving on a jet plane to exotic places. Another line inviting me inside claimed I was one step from paradise. In dreams, I thought, only in my dreams.
....My favorite club, The Copacabana, was in the penthouse up on the roof of the hotel. It is a small crowded den of iniquity. When you open the door, smoke gets in your eyes and you are blinded by the light of an old disco strobe hanging from the ceiling.
....Day after day, I thank the Lord for the night time. My goal is to find some pretty woman drinking Jose Cuervo. We'll talk and dance and drink all night long. She'll ask me, "Where's the party?" I'll answer, "Any place you are." Hey, I'm a man! I'm in control! Deep inside of me, I'm a nice guy. But if lightning strikes, why not go for it? In the club scene, a stranger cannot allow himself to get paranoid. If she says, "Don't stand too close to me," then I'm not one to rock the boat.
....If she's interested, then we've only just begun to enjoy the evening. You've heard on your radio the song that says if you can't be be with the one you love, love the one you're with. You might say it's a heartache, but think about it, that's life. What's the worst that could happen? We might really like each other. We may never meet again. We ain't got nothing yet, so why not live for the moment? Let's live for today! We'll have fun until closing time. Will we then see dawn and the face the day together? Will she be an angel of the morning, or a bat out of hell?
There are other possibilities too. I could end up passed out under the boardwalk. I could end up home early in my room. This cab ride could just be a daydream!
(How many did you find? There are 76 complete song titles in the above paragraphs. The answers appear in "Name That Tune 2 - Answers", post No.356)