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fancycwabsTomorrow night's the sneak preview of Ratatouille all around these parts, and instead of going to see it, I'll be watching a bunch of off-key singers doing a salute to 1970s musicals.
Musical reviews (especially homemade ones) always remind me of when we used to go to math tournaments in high school, and between the tournament and the awards ceremony the chorale at the junior college (it was inevitably at a junior college) would "entertain" us with the whitest renditions of Motown (or similar) songs ever. You've not truly suffered until you've had to sit through the Lurleen B. Wallace singers rendition of "Shout," I can assure you.
Sometimes my devotion to my wife is criminally underappreciated.
Musical reviews (especially homemade ones) always remind me of when we used to go to math tournaments in high school, and between the tournament and the awards ceremony the chorale at the junior college (it was inevitably at a junior college) would "entertain" us with the whitest renditions of Motown (or similar) songs ever. You've not truly suffered until you've had to sit through the Lurleen B. Wallace singers rendition of "Shout," I can assure you.
Sometimes my devotion to my wife is criminally underappreciated.
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Date: 2007-06-15 10:56 pm (UTC)