When Ya Just Gotta Sing!
Over the Easter weekend, the hubster and I traveled to Virginia to visit family. We had a wonderful visit, and I was reminded both why I love all of those people so much, and how lucky I am to be loved by them in return. The only bad part of the trip was the inevitable goodbye.
It was a six hour trip up, and two days later, six hours back home again. Since I have so much writing work on my plate, I opted to use the time caressing the keys of my laptop. Hubby understood why I needed to use the time working, and asked if music would bother me. I said I didn’t think it would, and so he cranked up Pandora and settled in to drive while I tap-tapped the keys.
Now, some writers use music to inspire them while they’re writing. I know several who can’t begin until the earbuds are in and their favorite tunes are rolling. Not me. I prefer quiet when I write. I like the empty solitude without distractions. But in deference to my man and his need to, one, stay awake, and two, have some entertainment along the way, I figured I’d give it a go.
To begin with, my hubby loves to tease me, and at odd intervals he made a popping sound with his mouth a la Donkey in Shrek 2, the scene where Donkey is bored on a trip. Here it is, in case you never saw it:
Lest you think my husband to be a dirty, rotten scoundrel for being such an itch, it must be said that he didn’t do this continuously, just enough to make me laugh. But honestly, his shenanigans weren’t the problem. It was the songs: Please Come to Boston, Angie, Where Do the Children Play, It’s Too Late, You’re So Vain, Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover, Dancing in the Moonlight—you get the drift. (Well, if you’re of a certain age you get the drift.) Anyway, you can guess what happened. My feet began tapping instead of my fingers, and pretty soon I was singing along with Carly and Carole, Mick and Cat. When the Eagles started warbling about taking it easy, well, I was done. How could I not sing along?
So, I didn’t get much work done. But I did get to watch my hubby do a fine impression of Donkey (always a plus), and I exercised my vocal cords and perfected my seat dancing. Couple that with two-and-a-half days of hugs, smoochies, great conversation, and fun with the little kids, and it made for a fantastic trip.
Except for the goodbyes. The goodbyes, Buttercup—well, those really suck.
How do you entertain yourself on a road trip? What songs do you absolutely HAVE to sing along to? And if you’re a writer, do you write with the music on or off?
See you on Friday for Observations from the Tub!
Enjoy your Wednesday, and thanks for dropping in–