A few years ago we were sitting in our large kitchen which had this magnificent central table that seated eight easily.
It was our 6 weekly hair colouring and highlight of our hair session. As is prone to happen in our home, this simple task turned into a singing session and a bottle of red wine was opened and before we knew it a party was in full session. My girls Caitlin and Sarah, Bern and myself. We were singing along to good old fashioned songs from my parent’s era with a few o the younger more popular songs thrown in for my daughters who were still in their teens. Picture this, tin foil in the hair, hair dye on the table for the hair colouring already done.
Caitlin holding the peroxide and Sarah holding the strips of tin foil while Bern performed this miracle of transformation on my hair. The girls had the most important task of all though, to make sure that our wine glasses were kept filled. When I think back to this time which I have to add was one of the hardest and most difficult times of my life I am reminded of the healing power of laughter and friends. We were now in full swing; I looked like an alien with tin foil strips in my hair. I swear I could be used as a TV antenna.
Blame the red wine which was so delicious and so smooth and I am known to become very intelligent when I have a few glasses of wine. So intelligent that I am surprised I have been chosen by the world to come up with a way to overcome famine or world peace. On this particular day, we were all singing on the top of our voices and the more often I sipped my glass of wine the more convinced I became that I was the new Barbra Streisand, which is total bollocks as I cannot sing to save my life.
When the cats run away in horror with their hair standing up on edge, the dogs all 6 of them joined in howling; you think I would have realized that I was not any good at singing. My girls ever so sweet decided not to ask me NOT to sing but I noticed a distinct increase in volume as they tried to drown me out! Bern has the voice of an angel and her musical ear was being horribly violated that night. Sarah decided this party needed some extra spice and sent a cell phone message to our dear friend.
The message read: “Party at 42 – 4th avenue”Beep beep, the phone showed a message was waiting.
Now this friend has visited us many times and she has the ability to make you laugh and her story telling skills are second to none.
Her reply “Isn’t that where you Live?” We collapsed with laughter and replied “Yes, stupid, get here!”
She arrived with her bottle red wine and fitted right in and although she had quite a way to catch up she most definitely did her best to compete.
The music was blaring, we were singing on the top of our voices, by now my hair had been rinsed and Bern who was decidedly tidily started to blow dry my hair. Well our friend decided that she was going to sing a solo for us and grabbed the hair brush and stood o our kitchen table and sang with so much feeling and heartfelt emotions using my hair brush as the microphone. As we have seen in many a Hollywood movie and never thought things like this actually happened, everyone joined in.
HAIR BRUSHES, HAIR DRYERS, WOODEN SPOONS, anything that may resemble a microphone was used to be the backup singers. We danced around the kitchen table and put together dances that would make even the most insane of us cringe in embarrassment.
There was my friend standing on my kitchen table with her bottle of red wine tucked securely under her arm to keep it safe from our by now inebriated clutches. She danced on the table, swinging her hips and doing a dance that even Shakira would have wanted for her renditions. Bern and my girls were so enthralled by the singing and I was trying to focus on anything but found myself seeing double, and then triple. During this free for all Hair session, my friend received quite a few phone calls from her boyfriend asking her when she was on her way home.
Her response was always the same. “I am leaving now”
It was our 6 weekly hair colouring and highlight of our hair session. As is prone to happen in our home, this simple task turned into a singing session and a bottle of red wine was opened and before we knew it a party was in full session. My girls Caitlin and Sarah, Bern and myself. We were singing along to good old fashioned songs from my parent’s era with a few o the younger more popular songs thrown in for my daughters who were still in their teens. Picture this, tin foil in the hair, hair dye on the table for the hair colouring already done.
Caitlin holding the peroxide and Sarah holding the strips of tin foil while Bern performed this miracle of transformation on my hair. The girls had the most important task of all though, to make sure that our wine glasses were kept filled. When I think back to this time which I have to add was one of the hardest and most difficult times of my life I am reminded of the healing power of laughter and friends. We were now in full swing; I looked like an alien with tin foil strips in my hair. I swear I could be used as a TV antenna.
Blame the red wine which was so delicious and so smooth and I am known to become very intelligent when I have a few glasses of wine. So intelligent that I am surprised I have been chosen by the world to come up with a way to overcome famine or world peace. On this particular day, we were all singing on the top of our voices and the more often I sipped my glass of wine the more convinced I became that I was the new Barbra Streisand, which is total bollocks as I cannot sing to save my life.
When the cats run away in horror with their hair standing up on edge, the dogs all 6 of them joined in howling; you think I would have realized that I was not any good at singing. My girls ever so sweet decided not to ask me NOT to sing but I noticed a distinct increase in volume as they tried to drown me out! Bern has the voice of an angel and her musical ear was being horribly violated that night. Sarah decided this party needed some extra spice and sent a cell phone message to our dear friend.
The message read: “Party at 42 – 4th avenue”Beep beep, the phone showed a message was waiting.
Now this friend has visited us many times and she has the ability to make you laugh and her story telling skills are second to none.
Her reply “Isn’t that where you Live?” We collapsed with laughter and replied “Yes, stupid, get here!”
She arrived with her bottle red wine and fitted right in and although she had quite a way to catch up she most definitely did her best to compete.
The music was blaring, we were singing on the top of our voices, by now my hair had been rinsed and Bern who was decidedly tidily started to blow dry my hair. Well our friend decided that she was going to sing a solo for us and grabbed the hair brush and stood o our kitchen table and sang with so much feeling and heartfelt emotions using my hair brush as the microphone. As we have seen in many a Hollywood movie and never thought things like this actually happened, everyone joined in.
HAIR BRUSHES, HAIR DRYERS, WOODEN SPOONS, anything that may resemble a microphone was used to be the backup singers. We danced around the kitchen table and put together dances that would make even the most insane of us cringe in embarrassment.
There was my friend standing on my kitchen table with her bottle of red wine tucked securely under her arm to keep it safe from our by now inebriated clutches. She danced on the table, swinging her hips and doing a dance that even Shakira would have wanted for her renditions. Bern and my girls were so enthralled by the singing and I was trying to focus on anything but found myself seeing double, and then triple. During this free for all Hair session, my friend received quite a few phone calls from her boyfriend asking her when she was on her way home.
Her response was always the same. “I am leaving now”
Two hours later, numerous bottles of wine consumed by all of us, I suddenly decided ENOUGH and crawled to my room. The walls were closing in on me and the furniture had it in for me as no matter where I stepped they moved in front of me. I made it to the bedroom, dragged myself to the bathroom and what was most distressing was no one noticed I had disappeared or even missed my wonderful singing voice!
I mean how could you miss the sound of a cat in serious trouble screeching as if their privates had been removed without anesthetics.
When Bern came to the room, I have no idea how many hours later, she found me sitting n the floor by the lavatory singing its praises and begging to die. It is not called the white throne for nothing! My friend was collected by her boyfriend and to my horror everyone saw me in my most composed and oh so beautiful state, hanging on to the Loo and doing the prayer of the drunken lost souls.
I mean how could you miss the sound of a cat in serious trouble screeching as if their privates had been removed without anesthetics.
When Bern came to the room, I have no idea how many hours later, she found me sitting n the floor by the lavatory singing its praises and begging to die. It is not called the white throne for nothing! My friend was collected by her boyfriend and to my horror everyone saw me in my most composed and oh so beautiful state, hanging on to the Loo and doing the prayer of the drunken lost souls.
I vowed never to sing and drink again after that!
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