...Which reminds me of the time (many years ago) we took a cruise to Alaska for my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. It was one of those fantastic reunion cruises where all of us were given heather grey tee-shirts with giant wolfs on the chest and told to wear them by day as a statement of camaraderie.
Anyway, on karaoke night, my dad asked me if I was interested in singing a duet with him. I was indeed. We must have spent an hour agonizing over our song choice. Finally, we picked a song that seemed both appropriate for children and boats. Scribbled a number on a piece of paper and handed it over to the DJ.
Twenty minutes later my dad and I were singing "Row, Row, Row your Boat" on Alaska's finest Princess Cruise line. And I peed my pants I was laughing so hard because the song just looped and looped and looooooped for, like, three minutes straight...
...And we just kept on singing. And nobody laughed because it wasn't funny. Which, of course, made it even funnier to us. Until we couldn't sing because we were on the floor, convulsing with laughter. Not that we were really ever singing. I mean... my father's not exactly blessed in the voice department. And I am very much his daughter that way.
That was a good time.
66. Light of Day by: The Plastics Revolution