It ain’t over ’til….

The elite alumni are just that and, as such, not everyone enjoys the pleasure of their company. Being a fortunate soul, I have enjoyed the pleasure of their company on more than one occasion. Every moment with them is like a moment of Zen. That is, if Zen was pure mayhem and no inhibition as opposed to meditation and intuition.

 

After hearing everyone’s happiest moment at this moment, and as the night was coming to an ‘end,’ So Hip decided she was ready for karaoke and requested my assistance in setting up the system. I got her connected, requested a song on her behalf, and then left her in the trusted company and care of Scared.

 

I returned a few minutes later to find So Hip lying on the floor, sleeping, microphone in hand. “She feel asleep singing,” Scared informed me.

 

Such dedication, such beauty. So Hip refused to give in to sleep until she had a least one line, possibly two, under her belt (or, in this case, muumuu). As soon as she belted out that line she relieved herself of the pressures that so often accompany being the center of attention and promptly took a nap on the rug.

This my friends, this, is how the elite do it. It ain’t over ’til the lady in the muumuu sings.

 

 

 

 

 

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