From Britney to Celine

equanimity - n. calmness of temperament

I had a moment of enlightenment the other day - an epiphany if you will - that reminded me that I am no longer a spring chicken anymore. You see, it is common knowledge that I have always been a fan of pop music, dating back to the time I purchased my very first New Kids on the Block tape. Yes, I said TAPE - although they had graduated to CDs by the time "Step by Step" came around from what I remember. Needless to say, I've always been a listener of the Top 40 variety, until recently, when I realized that the DJs only ever talked about hooking up and dating problems. Things I totally do not relate to, seeing as how I've been with Kyle ever since I was practically wearing a training bra.

So, I decided to switch to a station that plays what's known in the media buying world as "Soft Adult Contemporary" music, meaning lots of slow songs from the 80's and 90's. To my delight, I discovered that they play all my favorite karaoke songs, from "Wind Beneath My Wings" to "Can You Feel the Love Tonight". Cheesey, I know. But now I get to sing to myself at the top of my lungs in the car and pretend that I am an undiscovered talent in the world of music. Christina Aguilera ain't got nothing on me! Another bonus of this station is that they broadcast the cheapest gas prices in San Diego twice every hour. Seeing as how I was raised by a father who maintains a mental catalogue of the gas stations with the lowest prices across the entire state of California, this is exciting news. Literally, my dad will tell you to drive 20 miles out of your way to fill up on a gas station priced 5 cents lower than the one down the street from your house (thus defeating the purpose of the lower gas price, but I think it's more a matter of principal with him). My dad does not show equanimity when it comes to talking gas. "What, you paid $3.12 for gas? TERRIBLE! The Arco on Winchester & Valley Parkway only charges $3.07. You should've gone there!"

Anyway, I was excited to share this new source of cheap gas information with my dad when I saw him the other day, only to discover that he was already tuned into the station in his car.

Me: "Oh dad, do you listen to this station because they tell you where the lowest gas prices are?"
Dad: "No, I just like the music!"

I officially have the same music taste as my parents. Next thing you know I'll be posting up at Pechanga and hitting up the buffets on a daily basis.