have you ever been called out in your car for dancing and singing?
well i have. many a time. with friends and without. this morning took the cake though.
so first i have to back up. my ipod was showing much love this morning. my shower song for the day was "king of wishful thinking". i don't know if you're a pretty woman sucker like i am (and therefore totally hip on the lyrics) but it's a jam basically saying i'll get over you...you may have put this huge hole in my heart but i'm cool...i'm good. so i'm jammin and twirling...shaking my rump and doing mini fist pumps with a slight overbite (think billy crystal in "when harry met sally") feeling totally confident that the day will be flowers and sunshine.
i hop in my car, start driving down the freeway and low and behold my cute little oscar junior decides i need even more love and plays queen's "someone to love" which happens to be one of my all time favorite songs. so there i am, windows down, singing "bring me someone to love" at the TOP of my lungs, passion just pouring out. i stop at a red light and the song plays out and all of a sudden i hear clapping and shouting. i look over to my left and there sits a group of little men compacted into a truck hootin' and a hollerin' saying "again! again!"
giggle. drive off.
what can i say...queen's the ish and singing at the top of your lungs is great!