I'm so TIRED of being alone
I'm so TIRED of on my own
won't you help me girl
just as soon as you ca-a-an.
He stopped the CD and explained the obvious--that while this song was fun to sing it was impossible for mere mortals to accomplish successfully. I agreed wholeheartedly and gave my own enthusiastic yet ear-wrenching version of the same lines.
Then Jennifer sang and we sat in stunned silence for a few seconds. Brian and I became aware of our nakedness and were ashamed. Show-off.
Anyway, tonight was music night as Brian tried to sing (it's that verb again) Bohemian Rhapsody at dinner and couldn't quite remember the lyrics in the right order. Instead of watching our movie as planned, we ended up you-tubing a ton of songs and dancing (you know what I mean) around the room. After Queen, I put on some Taj Mahal, which made Brian remember R.L. Burnside and Root Boy Slim. Then Victoria, who listens to different radio stations than the rest of us, gave us Pink and Brittney Spears and Backstreet Boys. Brian countered with Talking Heads, Bee Gees, and Rolling Stones. Now they're all worn out and asleep. That was fun, thank you, youtube!