Last night was my buddy Brandon's birthday party. Somehow Kaylin and I got roped into singing 'Happy Birthday' to him a la Marilyn Monroe-style. I was not thrilled at the idea. Who wants to hear my screechy voice? So . . . Kaylin and I donned some feather boas and bunny ears and walked out into the middle of the room to wish Brandon Happy Birthday.
It was such a mess. When Kaylin zigged, I zagged.
Kaylin wanted to rehearse beforehand, but I was having none of that--I wanted to put off the inevitable for as long as possible. So I guess you could say we were unprepared. I take full responsibility for that. I mean, you think that singing 'Happy Birthday' would be super easy; however, that is not the case. It's awkward when you have to sing in front of a bunch of people and you're not a natural singer. As my voice warbled through the keys I couldn't help but think this might be the worst 'gift' a person could get. I even had to apologize when all was said and done. But I like to think that at the end of the day they weren't thinking about our pitiful singing voices, they were checking out our crazy cool boas. Best $5 I've spent in a while.
2 comments:
Your such a liar... you totally loved the idea... you were all over it buying fether boas and bunny ears... if only it was better executed it wouldn't have been so bad.
Even if you sounded horrible, he had two cute girls singing to him. I think he enjoyed his birthday.
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