But I still don't see their point.
Though while in show choir, I did accidentally flash my undies to some elderly women in the audience since I had forgotten to wear my lollies. And during the show the above picture is from, I hit my dance partner in the nose. With my head.
Ok maybe I'm starting to understand their laughter now.
We closed the show my senior year with New York City Rhythm by Barry Manilow. It was during this song, in fact, that I hit my friend in the nose and we laughed so hard we missed the next few moves, but I DIGRESS.
I've always secretly loved that song. Maybe I listened to it four times in a row the other night. It has always made me think that that New York town sounds like a swell place to visit. But I wouldn't know because even though I live a day's drive away, I've never been. Ever! But I'm on my way there as you read this. On a TEN HOUR SOLO ROAD TRIP (hold me) as we speak. Hugging a jumbo bag of skittles and yes, probably blasting Barry Manilow. And maybe some Backstreet Boys, and some Mumford, and some wait S Club 7 what are you doing here oops guess I'll have to crank it up! I finally get to meet all of Alissa's cats, and then we're going to NYC on Friday (cats not invited) where I fully intend to dance down the street to the New York City rhythm. You know, the pounding beat of the city streets that keep my dreams alive. Whatever.
But really, about these days of driving all by myself. Pray for my sanity. And Alissa's and Kelsey's once I roll up in their crib tonight slap happy and exhausted. And then again at the Avett Brother's concert where my screaming and/or sobbing will unintentionally drown out the music in everyone's cell phone videos.
Oh and for the record, that's is the only Barry Manilow song I own. But maybe I'll finally figure out what this empire state of mind thing is Jay-Z and Alicia Keys keep going on and on about.