If you talk to me on Wednesday, you'll have to lean in close.
I'm going to the Dixie Chicks concert Tuesday night, and I expect to be completely hoarse the whole next day. I know every song in the band's book, and I'm gonna sing them all at the top of my lungs -- sort of like karaoke, except no one will have to listen to me. (Well, except for my concert buddy, Trillian. Sorry, babe.)