I sing in the shower.
Okay, I sing fairly loudly in the shower, and yet it took me months to realize that Roommate was audience to my early morning routines. Once, after belting out a relatively decent rendition of LeAnn Rimes' Blue (completely oblivious to the fact that I was being heard), I threw on a robe and headed toward the kitchen where my country-lovin' roommate was making coffee.
"Damn, girl!"
"Ha! Okay, don't go recording that and trying to exploit my raw, untapped talent, ya hear?"
Then somehow, we were singing a Roommate duet of What the World Needs Now. And doin' it way better than those American Idol punks. Truly a magical moment.
But this morning, inspired by Kitten's very early, pre-alarm jungle cat pounce, the song of choice was The Lion Sleeps Tonight. You know, "In the jungle, the mighty jungle..." and when I emerged all drippy haired from the bathroom still singing my wee-e-e-e we-ah mum-a-ways,
"Now, if there were such a thing as America's Funniest Home Audio, I'd be a very rich man."
"Whatever, Pumpkin."
"Fuck you."
Posted by This Fish at March 18, 2004 09:53 AMSounds like the perfect roommate. Sure you can't get him to come to NY with you?
Posted by: Lex at March 18, 2004 10:19 AMNo perfecterŽ roommate situation has ever existed, which is why I'm living alone in New York. You can't duplicate that kind of serendipity.
Posted by: Fish at March 18, 2004 10:31 AMThat's "The Lion Sleeps Tonight."
Congrats on the job, and finding an apartment, and all that!
Posted by: bisous at March 18, 2004 12:11 PMHe is the perfect roomate and thus we must share him with the world instead of keeping him forever. I wish I had sing-a-longs! Husband's aren't as fun as roomates!
Posted by: Jen at March 19, 2004 12:08 AMThe "pumpkin" thing kills me. Too perfect.
Posted by: Michael at March 21, 2004 01:56 AM