A little known Dose Girls factoid for you all. Lisa can sing. Like more than in just the shower or alone in the car kind of way. She can actually genuinely carry a tune. So much so that she was in an acapella group in medical school called “The Fallopian Tunes”…best name ever, right??!! She swears it was nothing like Pitch Perfect, but I think she is just trying to spare my feelings.
See, she knows that I completely lack in all things musical. Like rhythm. The ability to sing on key. The understanding of what tone actually sounds like. Why simple humming shouldn’t make children clutch their ears and cry. That sort of thing.
It doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate music, though. Quite the opposite, in fact. No one loves Total Eclipse of the Heart like I do. “Turn around bright eyes”. Please. Don’t even stop me.
And you will never, I repeat never catch me dropping it like it’s hot. Or getting jiggy with it. Or shaking my money maker. Or any other ridiculous phrase related to dancing that you can think of right now. The thought of even attempting to dance makes me break out in hives.
Lisa, on the other hand, is not afraid to get down when the time is right. Or when her teenage son is standing nearby. Especially not when her teenage son AND her blogging partner/BFF are next to her. That is her prime time to show off her moves. And y’all she is really good. It doesn’t stop Bobby and me from looking for the nearest hole to crawl into, but not because she has moves like Elaine from Seinfeld or anything. We are probably just jealous that she can throw down with reckless abandon, and we are over off to the side not even wanting to tap our feet in time to the beat.
Imagine, though, if every time you heard music you either had to sing or dance? Not loudly or anything, but enough that the person standing next to you in Target while you look for detergent would definitely know that you are a fan of Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville’s rendition of Don’t Know Much. And you don’t have to bust a move like MC Hammer or anything, but you have to have enough pep in your step that there is no denying you are a Superfreak to everyone looking at the specials on cereal over in aisle 5.
This is honestly one of those Would You Rather scenarios that I feel like I can’t answer, but since that is not how the game is played I will try. Choice C, a root canal with no anesthesia is not even an option. Meanwhile, when I proposed it to Lisa, she was like, “What are you talking about? I already do both of those things anyway”.
So, I guess, if I had to choose (and in all fairness to our Dose Peeps, I do), I would probably try the singing. Oh God, just typing that out made me cry.
Which one would you choose? The singing or the dancing?
Remember, it is every time you hear music, everywhere you go. You are either doing a little impromptu concert for anyone within hearing distance or you are busting out your best moves for the enjoyment of everyone in sight.
Would you rather belt it out or cut a rug?