She memorized the lyrics.
All of them.
Yesterday was Savage Kitten's birthday. She stayed home.
It was one of my days off. I didn't get to smoke.
Normally, on my days off (which fall on week days), as soon as she has toddled off to work, I sneck her door, throw open the windows, and light up. First pipe of the day, strong coffee, and I'm good to go.
Yesterday I did indeed have strong coffee.
She sings.
I got to hear several songs from Oklahoma, South Pacific, Guys and Dolls, Paint Your Wagon (feh!), and Annie Get Your Gun.
Plus something from The Pirates of Penzance.
And Valley of the Dolls.
The worst song yesterday was "Bloody Mary Is The Girl I Love".
Yes, Savage Kitten was in great high spirits. No, I've never wondered if the apartment mate might be just a little bit crazy. But suffice to say that South Pacific was hardly what the Badger wanted in the morning.
It is extremely likely that she will be borrowing a disc of South Pacific from the library soon.
I had to explain what betel nuts were.
Help. I am being threatened.
And I cannot smoke.
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3 comments:
Did you see my comment below? What was the story behind your three months without tobacco? Please, the story! A post!
Is there going to be such a post? Please, please! We're waiting with bated breath! (Not baited breath -- that's how one's cat's breath smells after it has eaten mouse-bait.)
"I'll Plant My Own Tree" is horrid only when sung by Savage Kitten. The song was written for Liza's mother: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_qo9m7ezro , and it sounds much better when she sings it. OK, it's not exactly the most interesting song; but still, surely much better than Savage Kitten's performance. See, this is why you should have dated Liza, and not Savage Kitten.
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