You better stop! The love you save may be your own.
Yes, I am bouncy and laughing at 3:30 in the morning. Why is that, you say? I'll tell ya. Because I just brought 2010 in right. Haha.
Usually we all converge on Mama and Daddy's on New Year's Day, stuff our faces, and catch football, parades, and TV marathons. Big fun. But last night, Mama called and said, "Come on over and let's ring in the New Year together. And tomorrow we can all sleep in." A change of pace, but okay, why not? So we truck on over there, suck down some hot wings and sundry, pop a cork, toast 2010 as the Crystal Ball in NYC and the Big Peach at Underground Atlanta drop, Dr. Who-marathon for a bit, and then head home. (My folks believe the superstition that if a female is the first visitor to your home on New Year's Day, the entire year will be filled with bad luck and doom. So Middle Bro was forced to turn around at the car, walk back into their house and trudge through the foyer before we could leave.)
So. Middle Bro and I were already in really happy moods by the time we pulled up in our apartment complex parking lot. And then... it happened. It had been YEARS since either of us had heard The Jackson 5 belting out "The Love You Save" on the radio. I can't even remember the last time. It made us both so giddy, we turned it up ON BLAST went into performance-mode right there in the car. Bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-be-dombedom... We did the Jerk, the Monkey, even the Freddie. Then the chorus came up and we couldn't contain ourselves. We leapt out into the cold with the radio blaring, me step-ball-chaining as Michael, Bro doing air-guitar as Jermaine.
Me: "You better stop, the love you save may be your own...!"
Bro: "Deh-deh! Deh-dum-deh-dum-deh deh! Deh-deh!"
Me: "Darlin' take it slow! Or some day you'll be all alooooone."
Throw up hand like a Stop sign. Shake that hip. Stomp, stomp, stomp, clap-clap. Do the bus stop. Throw head back and spin. Ignore neighbors' lights that come on.
Bro: "The love you save may be your own..."
Me: "Someday you may be all alone..."
Bro: "Stop it!"
Me: "Save it, girl!"
Bro: "Baby!"
Unison: "Ooooo, you, better--"
All we needed were bellbottoms. Baby Bro had to be cracking up somewhere in the cosmos. At least no one threw water down on us. And that whole song had to have burned up some of those calories I had consumed, right? Yeah.
Happy New Year to you all, one of the most amazing and amusing groups of people I know. You'll never understand just how much you enrich my life.
Usually we all converge on Mama and Daddy's on New Year's Day, stuff our faces, and catch football, parades, and TV marathons. Big fun. But last night, Mama called and said, "Come on over and let's ring in the New Year together. And tomorrow we can all sleep in." A change of pace, but okay, why not? So we truck on over there, suck down some hot wings and sundry, pop a cork, toast 2010 as the Crystal Ball in NYC and the Big Peach at Underground Atlanta drop, Dr. Who-marathon for a bit, and then head home. (My folks believe the superstition that if a female is the first visitor to your home on New Year's Day, the entire year will be filled with bad luck and doom. So Middle Bro was forced to turn around at the car, walk back into their house and trudge through the foyer before we could leave.)
So. Middle Bro and I were already in really happy moods by the time we pulled up in our apartment complex parking lot. And then... it happened. It had been YEARS since either of us had heard The Jackson 5 belting out "The Love You Save" on the radio. I can't even remember the last time. It made us both so giddy, we turned it up ON BLAST went into performance-mode right there in the car. Bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-be-dombedom... We did the Jerk, the Monkey, even the Freddie. Then the chorus came up and we couldn't contain ourselves. We leapt out into the cold with the radio blaring, me step-ball-chaining as Michael, Bro doing air-guitar as Jermaine.
Me: "You better stop, the love you save may be your own...!"
Bro: "Deh-deh! Deh-dum-deh-dum-deh deh! Deh-deh!"
Me: "Darlin' take it slow! Or some day you'll be all alooooone."
Throw up hand like a Stop sign. Shake that hip. Stomp, stomp, stomp, clap-clap. Do the bus stop. Throw head back and spin. Ignore neighbors' lights that come on.
Bro: "The love you save may be your own..."
Me: "Someday you may be all alone..."
Bro: "Stop it!"
Me: "Save it, girl!"
Bro: "Baby!"
Unison: "Ooooo, you, better--"
All we needed were bellbottoms. Baby Bro had to be cracking up somewhere in the cosmos. At least no one threw water down on us. And that whole song had to have burned up some of those calories I had consumed, right? Yeah.
Happy New Year to you all, one of the most amazing and amusing groups of people I know. You'll never understand just how much you enrich my life.
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