Sunday, December 23, 2001
Car Tunes
You know how you get really stupid/silly/weird when you’re driving in the car with your SO? You know… you talk about the weirdest shit, thinking you’re all deep and cool or you’re cracking jokes that just aren’t funny, but the two of you are laughing so hard you can’t stop? Well, we had one of those moments yesterday.
I guess it all started because we watched Moulin Rouge last night. An excellent flick, if you can tolerate the constant high intensity. There is not one second where the movie lulls or gets boring, that’s for sure. Anyhow, the movie is a musical… people breaking into song to announce their feelings or to just describe the storyline or whatever. And while that is very entertaining, it just doesn’t work in the real world. Or does it?
So… yeah, we’re riding in the car - well, minivan - and the kids are bored and irritated from all of the shopping we’ve done, and TDO and I are cranky and tired, but we’re in this funky “we think we should take over the Drew Carey Show“ kinda mood (and no, we’re NOT really that funny, but we think we are) when suddenly, I throw on my best English opera singer voice (and when I want to, that’s actually pretty good) and break into song:
Me: You’ve got a heaaaaad like a hooooooole!!!!! Blaaaaaack as your sooooooul… I’d raaaaather DIE than give you control!
He: (breaking into the same dramatic song voice) Cos I was uuuu-uuu—up above it, noooowwww I’m dowwwwwwn in iiiiiiiiiiit!
Me: I’ll cross my heart and hooo-ooo-ooope to diiiiiiiie, but the neeeee-eeedle is already in my eeeeyyyyye!
He: I used to beeeee-eeeee-eeeeee someboooooodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!
This continues for some time while we laugh ourselves into hysterical piss fits and finally take a break to do more shopping. While we’re shopping we play the Good Family(tm) - you know the one, chiding our children for touching things that might break, explaining the history of Christmas shopping to the little darlings, kissing and cuddling in every isle, politely asking the other what color s/he would prefer… but then suddenly, we’re alone. All five of us were alone - in the elevator. And. Well. How could I resist the opportunity? This time, I go for more of an Oklahoma! type charm:
Me: Love in an elevator, livin’ it up while I’m goin’ dooowwwn….
He: Dowwwwn…
Me:Love in an elevator, lovin’ it up til I hit the grooooouuund…
He: Grooooouuund…
His backup singer skills astounded me. I wanted him right then and there. No, not really. But that adds more flavor to the story if I say I did.
Ahem, so, anyhow. Yes, my husband and I are dorks. Simple things like pretending to be stars of our own musical really entertain us.
(Liberty wanders off singing, “I really think I should have gone to bed tonight…“)
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Tanya at 12/26/01 06:50 PM
I thought we were the only ones who has their own little “games”.. I guess were not the only dorks.. or freaks.. grin from ear to ear, for we are no longer alone Welcome to the “dorky.. we are parents family.. “.. LOL