I don't really fancy myself singing in front of people. But last night, I was hit by the karaoke bug. Teehee.
As my friends continued to play mahjong, I tortured them with arias while begging for Hurricane Rita to keep away from the bay area. It was almost implausible to think that she wouldn't come, grab the magic mic from my hand, and just leave us.
Anyhow, it was fun. Every time I find myself thinking of or watching people doing karaoke, I remember my Paps. I miss listening to him sing.
Probably classified more as a crooner, he likes to sing songs by Frank Sinatra, Elvis, and the like. One of my favorites is the song CRAZY composed by Willie Nelson.
It's been six years since I've seen my Paps. It's been TOO LONG.
Rambling Gypsy