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.)
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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.
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.
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. :)
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