Lately he's been obsessed with that Miley Cyrus song, Party in the USA. I have no idea why - it's so different from some of the other songs he likes like Boom Boom Pow, Stronger, Fire Burning, etc. Maybe he thinks the she's cute? So I got him the song for his itouch (well, it was mine but the first one I got didn't have enough space so I got a bigger one from the FT store and gave G my old one). And I also printed out the words to Party in the USA. Anyway, we were sitting in his room trying to figure out what we should read, and we're having trouble deciding. Then we both stare at the lyric sheet that's on his night table, and I think to myself, "God! I'm going to hate myself in the morning!"
William Hung sound like Pavarotti. G also takes after me in this regard (but not as much). So basically, it sounds like a kazoo convention in his bedroom, and the song du jour is Party in the USA. Who writes lyrics like:
Noddin' my head like yeah Moving my hips like yeah
God! If I never hear that song again I'll consider myself blessed.
This is one of those questionable male bonding moments that can either elevate or ruin a perfectly good friendship. But in either case, it can never be spoken about again. Like if you and your buddy are walking down the beach and he gets stung by a jellyfish and the only way to alleviate the pain is to pee on his leg. Not sure if this is true, but I saw it on an episode of Friends. Or if he gets bitten on the ass by a cobra and you need to suck the venom out. Six inches forward and I guess he would have to die... but anyway you all get what I'm saying.
I know I wrote about this incident on my blog, but let's keep it on the down-low... Oh yeah - the same with the sobbing. Ok. Thanks. Yesterday Mrs. Fly and I are watching a DVD and at a touching moment, she turns to me and says, "don't cry, okay?" FML.