When That’s Not Chinese makes her mind up about something there really is no changing it….usually. Today, her issue was with Unfazed and I wanting to see Olivia Newton John in concert. “You two enjoy yourselves – it will be a great opportunity for you to bond. I’ll be sitting here drinking wine while you waste almost $100, each, on her,” she told us while smugly leaning back in her chair and sipping on her wine.
Unfazed and I didn’t let her comments get to us and immediately started singing, “Please, Mr., please, don’t play B-17. It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over….” Who, to our surprise, was singing right along with us? That’s Not Chinese. “See. You love her! You know her songs. I guess that means you’re going,” I told her. “Oh, hell no,” she replied.
OK, so she isn’t going. No problem. Unfazed and I have already decided to make a night of it – dinner, singing with Olivia, hoping for a John Travolta cameo. “Maybe they could do something from Two of a Kind,” I thought aloud. “That would be awesome,” Unfazed replied and we started singing again. That’s Not Chinese again joined in. “You know you want to go,” Unfazed told her. “I know the words and I know I don’t want to go,” That’s Not Chinese quipped, then continued on with the chorus.
“You know she (Olivia, not That’s Not Chinese) still sings Physical, she just slows it down a bit,” Unfazed advised me. “Another reason I’m not going,” That’s Not Chinese interjected. “Xanadu. Another reason you should,” Unfazed replied. Too bad That’s Not Chinese isn’t willing to experience a strange twist of fate. Has she never been mellow? Oh well, Unfazed and I will enjoy the concert, just the two of us, hopelessly devoted to Olivia.