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Entertainment in prospect
Dec. 9th, 2015 08:24 pmChristmas cometh, and the family programme puts itself together. A lovely review for Scottish National Ballet's Cinderella, and it looks like I can put off being organised and getting myself to see Carol and go with my Dad and sister (2).
But most importantly, a bit of arm twisting has got everyone signed on the dotted line for karaoke! I love karaoke, because inside my reserved exterior lurks the heart of an total exhibitionist. All I need is a microphone, an excuse, and the knowledge that I'm not going to embarrass myself more than anyone else, and I'm off. My sisters were a done deal. My father simply needed introducing a youtube vid of Don't Cry for Me, Argentina with lyrics and the assurance that you can alter the pitch and the concept was sold*. I'm not sure what was said to my brother-in-law, but it worked - possibly that this was the opportunity to see my father singing Don't Cry for Me, Argentina. And so my mother decided that she wasn't going to be left out.
Now you must excuse me, I'm going to be practising Let It Go and I Know Him So Well and pretending the TV remote control is a microphone until Christmas. In the meantime, tell me your karaoke favourites! I need to come up with suggestions for Mum.
*Admittedly I did this on returning from my parents' 70th birthday meal, so the digestif might have helped.
But most importantly, a bit of arm twisting has got everyone signed on the dotted line for karaoke! I love karaoke, because inside my reserved exterior lurks the heart of an total exhibitionist. All I need is a microphone, an excuse, and the knowledge that I'm not going to embarrass myself more than anyone else, and I'm off. My sisters were a done deal. My father simply needed introducing a youtube vid of Don't Cry for Me, Argentina with lyrics and the assurance that you can alter the pitch and the concept was sold*. I'm not sure what was said to my brother-in-law, but it worked - possibly that this was the opportunity to see my father singing Don't Cry for Me, Argentina. And so my mother decided that she wasn't going to be left out.
Now you must excuse me, I'm going to be practising Let It Go and I Know Him So Well and pretending the TV remote control is a microphone until Christmas. In the meantime, tell me your karaoke favourites! I need to come up with suggestions for Mum.
*Admittedly I did this on returning from my parents' 70th birthday meal, so the digestif might have helped.