Saga of The Dudes, Part XII: The Throes of Irony

First, refresh your memory of The Dudes, if necessary.

Inspired by seeing Dave Chapelle's Block Party over the weekend, with my good friend The Littlest Dinosaur, I went to the record store on Sunday to buy a Mos Def album. I rarely step into a record store, so I got a little excited. In addition to "Black on Both Sides", I walked away with the "Veronica Mars" soundtrack, as well as two awesome used albums: "More of The Monkees" and a Frank Sinatra collection.

I decided it would be good, motivational fun to play some hiphop while mopping the floor. (See post below. Yes, I really did mop the floor, no joking. I'm crazy like that.) As soon as the first notes of Mos Def came through my speakers, I could tell this album was good. (Great gratitude to Jason for recommending it. Or should I say, mad props.) So I might have turned it up a little. And a little more. And then, just maybe, the phone rang: The Dudes asked me to turn down the music; they were very apologetic, as it was well before the 10 PM cut-off time, but they were trying to study.

I apologized, sheepishly.

Then I realized, you know, I might like The Dudes, and they me, if our interactions went beyond shushing each other. Maybe, like Dave Chapelle, I will throw a block party. A lower-budget block party.

OH MY GOD!! I JUST REALIZED!!! AS I LOOKED THROUGH THE ARCHIVES

Today is the two-year anniversary of float's inception. Christ.