"That was Ali BaBanwah and the Punjabi Band..."
Have you ever wanted to sing karaoke to Bollywood's Greatest Hits? Have you ever wanted to hear someone sing karaoke to Bollywood's Greatest Hits? Well, if you were in our apartment right now, that's exactly what you'd be hearing from the next door neighbours. It's Karaoke Saturdays, and enthusiastic words I can't even pronounce let alone spell (though I'm sure most of those words have at least 4-5 syllables) are sounding through the walls.
You'd think that after suffering the incessant prattling of Commercialmas carols all day long at work, hearing this somewhat muted karaokefest would drive me to foaming at the mouth. But oddly enough I'm quite enjoying it. The karaoke music is a welcomed change from season's greetings I'd as soon shove in someone's ear. It's not loud, the songs actually change, and it's curiously effective at enchancing the quiet, relaxed mood I'm in.
In short, I like these neighbours. I think more people should have neighbours like these. May their Karaoke Saturdays be forever blessed.
In other news, Mel and I have the most unique and wonderful relationships. Take this
actual conversation we shared a few days ago as we left the mall together...
Me: "Mel, I can't sing with you fondling my crotch like that."
Mel: "That's the point."
Indeed, my wife and saucy wench is like no other. Who else can say to me with a perfectly straight face and menacing voice: "If you pull your groin muscles [by falling on the ice], I'm going to kill you"?
Today's Lesson: there is a time and place for everything. Whispering naughty bits into your wife's ear while standing in a crowded line at Walmart is probably not a good time or place for that.
posted by Phillip at 3:23 PM
