"Baby it's cold outside..."

...But inside Eros, it's hot as hell -- we figured out how to use the thermostat... hopefully we'll remember to lower things to 68 degrees when we leave... (we're trying sheila...)

But here's the thing, folks. Christmas music. It's all we've been listening to for the last 2 weeks. And it's to continue until Christmas get's here. Thats almost 20 more days. And the unfortunate part of the whole thing, is that as of right now, every Christmas song has turned into something juvenile, as Lucy has this incredible talent to turn every lyric into something perverted. She's like the Weird Al Yankovic Christmas Angel. Which certainly keeps things interesting. But I just dont want to find myself at home with the family and singing, "Later on we'll perspire as we fuck by the fire..." However, in this setting, it is somewhat appropriate.

One thing that's been bugging me, however, is this song she keeps singing, "Mamacita donde esta Santa Claus." This is a song I have not, for whatever reason, had the pleasure of laying my ears around. And now it has become this sort of Mission. I NEED to hear this song...

So we call the radio station, which is nothing new for us here at Eros on a Friday night. They must see our name come up on the caller ID and just stop EVERYTHING to take our call. (See? Even though we're not always scheduled to be on the radio, if you know when to listen, you'll always hear us...) Unfortunately, at the time of our call, the DJ had already played the song, but was willing to give us a shout. I'm still stuck in this state of hope that maybe he'll play it again. It was, after all, his favorite song...

In the meantime:

"Santa, baby, slip a dildo under there too - light blue - i heard that Eros carries them now, Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimmney tonight..."

(FYI: if anyone wants to witness an amazing rendition of The Drifter's "White Christmas," you better get the hell over here nOW...)