Monday, July 31, 2006

That was my favorite year

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.)

3 comments:

David said...

Next time you see John, tell him posting maybe once every two months would be a good idea, if he can fit it between lobster quenelles and gaufrette potatoes.

David said...

Thanks for the note, I will bug him directly...

Don't wory about singing the songs at the concert, it's a proven fact that it increases enjoyment to participate in some way, just keep it to a singing tone and you'll be fine. I still remember a Police concert where the gut next to me was screaming "KING..OF...PAAAAAAIIIINNNN!" so loud I could hear nothing else.

Mary B. said...

I really thought that you had drunk dialed me when I first answered my phone on Dixie Chicks night. All I heard was loud music and lots of giggling. Thanks for calling to share the experience. It really made for an interesting evening. :)