Last night was dance lesson number two.
As before, it starts out with Arnie Palmers, to that we add vodka, then Don gets out his collection of CD's. Not just any CD mind you. His collection that he bought at 2AM ... as seen on TV.
Hank, June, Johnny, Patsy, even Elvis.
I've gone country!
[Rock and roll never forgets, but I'm diggin' old school country right now too]
We're dancing, Don is crooning, and I am feeling no pain.
Actually Don is a great singer, quite the romantic, and wows the crowd at karaoke.
Me? My family will attest that I can't carry a note in a hand basket. I mouth the words to "happy birthday" at family parties.
However, I sing perfect in the car and shower. Never a bad note, not pitchy, I know all the words, just prime for a record deal. Mmm-hummm
So back to last night. My Arnie's are taking away stage fright and I decide to spout out I will learn a song to sing. Maaaaaaay-be even a duet at karaoke? [Good Lord, I'd have to be blasted, right Captain Obvious?]
So, this is what I'm going to learn: