It’s a losing battle, people. David Archuleta may have left the building for two whole years … but good luck trying to move on with your lives. The dude is everywhere.
Just when I think I’ve finally banished him from my brain (which desperately needs all the RAM it can get for other topics… like my actual job), he creeps back in like a hushcats burglar in the night.
Everywhere I turn, I see Bench tote bags on the subway and Bench billboards where I’ve never seen them before. The movie Camp Rock comes on TV and I get a Demi-tour flashback (even though I left before her set… sorry, Demi). Even in church, I am not safe … the lyric “I am your song” pops up in one of the hymns. *grabs tissues*
Beware, folks. Even the most innocent looking items can be hidden land mines of Davidisms … look what lay in wait for me in an Ontario golf flyer Mr. TOfan brought home last week:
Do not let your guard down, my friends!!!!!!!!!!!
Listening to D.’s music doesn’t help, of course. While playing “Rainbow” on my iPod one day, I thought about his note to his Nandito Ako driver, thanking him for playing the song so much. I swear, as soon as I heard “there’s a rainbow always after the rain,” I turned and saw this fountain:
I thought getting out of town for a work conference might help clear my head. Then, at the airport book store, I spot this paperback:
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I silently screamed. (Full disclosure: I resisted buying it, and still haven’t read it btw.)
Then, in Minneapolis, I met up with the lovely @suttygal for dinner and we asked the hotel doorman to recommend a restaurant … this was his suggestion:
I mean, puh-leese!!! We looked at each other and burst out laughing. Resistance is clearly futile when even hotel doorpersons are in on it. (Whatever “it” is.)
The next day, shopping at the Target flagship store (a big thrill for me, since we don’t have Target north of the border yet), I’m confronted with this T-shirt:
The world is just one big Archu-conspiracy, I swear.
I try to get busy with other things, focus on actual non-David real-life matters, but like some sort of virus that never entirely leaves your system, it creeps back in when you least suspect it.
How about you guys? Do clouds in the sky spell out “YAMS”? Does your grocery checkout person look like Volta? Do random squirrels in the park start to Dougie???
Please share so I know I am not alone….