{Actually, the video upload isn't cooperating, so I'll have to try again at home.}
Amazingly, even though I haven't heard this song in years, I still remembered all the words and key changes. What I didn't recall, however, was how far out of my voice range it is, and if I'd gone up an octave I would have been shrieking. So, don't judge me too harshly ;)
When karaoke ended at midnight, we went to a few other bars in Boulder, and had our first opportunity to feel suuuuper old because all the other people we were with couldn't have been older than 24. I'm going to retreat back to my book club and dinner parties now.
The bars in Colorado do a very odd thing: they close at 2:00am, but they start turning on the lights and moving people toward the doors at 1:45, regardless of whether or not you just bought your drink. I remember the first time I went out in Ft. Collins, I was quite indignant about being kicked out before closing time and gave the bouncer a piece of my mind. Now that I'm an old fuddy-duddy though, I didn't mind having an excuse to go home to bed. Still, that kind of nonsense would never fly in Madison, and that is why UW is so much better than CU. Boom.
On Sunday morning, Mike and I slept in until the ludicrous hour of 10:00am, and only when Ellie got hungry enough to assault us with her tail did we drag ourselves onto the couch for some Top Gear. We stayed there until 3:30pm, then finally got our butts in gear and took the pups for a hike in the foothills. It was incredibly windy that afternoon and threatening to rain, so we had the trail nearly to ourselves and Paddington and Ellie could run around like maniacs to their heart's content:
We also came across a friendly rock:
And then we went home for dinner.
Tonight I have my first beer-league recreational softball game, so we'll see how that goes!
Til then, remember: super quiet, super awesome.
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