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A bunch of people I know have suddenly been talking about some upcoming goodbye party. This party is particular because of its theme, both that it has it and for me, what it is.

For most, the phrase “pretty in pink” probably calls to mind either simply the color, or, the Molly Ringwald vehicle of the same name. When I first heard of this party, however, I knew only that people were thinking up pink outfits to wear, and to me the word pink is most immediately associated with the phrase “tickled pink”.

There’s a line in the first real track on the Re-Up Gang’s excellent mixtape We Got It 4 Cheap Vol 2 titled Re-Up Intro, a running start to an album full of inventive new ways of saying not-much about slinging crack, which makes use of the phrase tickled pink in a way that I have been thus far unable to disassociate with the color.

While in college, I knew a lot of people who shared a love for the same crack-rap that I was listening to far too much of, but now I don’t. They would have, I think, appreciated why I find this amusing but as it is, I can’t share this chuckle with anybody. Maybe I don’t share music in the same way anymore, maybe I don’t advertise as clearly what I’m listening to, maybe I just have a different group of friends, or, perhaps as I’m so often reminded by my old friend Ben’s gchat status message, it was all just too much of that gangsta music.