i'm going back someday, come what may to blue bayou...

right now, my cousin is playing "blue bayou," which takes me back to the time when my sister and i were forced by our parents to sing karaoke at parties for their friends. i think it was funny for them to watch an 8-year-old sing linda rondstadt or barbra streisand without having any idea of what it all meant. my god, that was embarrassing and led to our present stance of never performing at private gatherings again.

mv also just reminded me of the last time we really hung out with this cousin, which was a summer when i was about five. we used to blast madonna and jump up and down on his bed while singing "true blue." that was also the summer of "beverly hills teens," pretending to be inspector gadget, and getting stung by an entire swarm of black bees. it's so random, the things we remember...