So The Bunny made us pizza for dinner tonight. As the three of us sat at the dinner table, she relived (and in a few cases reenacted) the highlights of her drunken morning with her coworkers.

She told me about her boss giving her shit for her choices on the jukebox. In her liquor-soaked haze, she apparently picked a few songs deliberately and many songs accidentally. She picked Dave Matthews Band's "Ants Marching," and when the song played her boss said something like, "I know this one had to be a mistake!"

Bunny then spent several moments detailing the arguments she used to support her ideas on the brilliance of Dave Matthews.

I said, "Well, you could have always used my argument about that."

Silence.

"Which argument are you talking about?" she said.

"You know that line 'all the little ants are marching / red and black antenna waving / they all do it the same way?' "

"Yeah, I know that line." She picked at her second slice.

"Well, you could have gone on about how red is a color associated with communist movements in general and Bolsheviks in particular, and how black is often associated with anarchist movements. In that context the lyrics then become a criticism of rebellion without reason, rebellion for rebellion's sake. It seems to me that Matthews was impugning the silent conformity of non-conformists. The song may even be a jab at his own fans, who tend to be non-conformists of the hemp and crunchy granola variety. So that line might be something of an inside joke told at the expense of everyone who doesn't get it."

I continued, "And then of course there's the obvious, but not nearly as interesting, parallels to Stendhal's early 19th century novel 'Le Rouge et le Noir.' In this sense the colors probably represent the iniquities of our stratified society and the oppressive rigidity of religious thought. When seen through that prism the lyrics are even a little reminiscent of Rousseau."

Silence.

She said, "The pizza turned out pretty good, didn't it?"