It's that time of year: karaoke. The seafood coworkers and I went to a bayside bar on Friday, where a scary, tall, drunk blonde danced all over the place and upstaged us during our rendition of "Thriller" (there are photographs of my young coworkers' horror).
In keeping with tradition of an old school solo, I also sang "Sway," the version by Michael Buble (insert accent mark). My boss recorded me with her phone, but here's Michael's version. I kept it classy by butchering the first line and laughing into the third line. Honestly can't say if I improved during the song, but the audience was very supportive.
We were there for nearly 3 hours, eating, chatting, and waiting for our turn to sing. For a few minutes, I sat at the rail overlooking the bay, which was gorgeous even in the dark. It's one of those views for which I'll risk crashing a car because my head turns 120 degrees every time I drive by. This time, I was rewarded for sitting still to admire the marsh because, for the first time, I saw a falling star.
I've seen prescheduled meteor showers, counting in the 2 a.m. cold of my backyard. But I've never glanced up on a whim to see a wish fall from heaven. It was amazing. Of course, I was on the phone in the middle of a mini crisis, so I only had time for a quick, lame wish. But my wish came true. All my friends found parking spots in a non-towing area.
