This morning I was woken up by my husband, who leaned over me with a big grin on his face. As soon as he saw I was awake, he starting singing various George Michael songs -- badly -- and trying to get me to sing along. Two main problems with this form of a wake-up call. (1) I'm not a morning person, especially on a Saturday morning, and (2) I didn't have my coffee yet. If I could have mananged to scowl and voice my displeasure, I would have. As it was, I could barely open my eyes and snort. Then I rolled over and pretended to suffer from caffeine withdrawl. I don't think he noticed.
As you might have already guessed, we are going to see George Michael in concert tonight at the St. Pete Times Forum in Tampa.
My husband has been looking forward to this concert, because he has become a big fan of the Eli Stone series on TV. For those of you unfamiliar with the series, it's about a lawyer who is diagnosed with a brain aneurysm, which is causing him to have strange visions. And among these visions is George Michael singing and dancing around Eli's law firm. These visions usually center on cases that Eli eventually takes in defense and protection of the little guy fighting against corporations. A little weird, yes, but entertaining nonetheless.
Anyways, because of the series, my husband has had George Michael on the brain, and this concert will be an opportunity to help purge Big Dave of his habit of breaking out in song in the car and around the house.
I hope.
Otherwise I will be confiscating all George Michael and Wham CDs from the house and the car.
Sorry, George, it's nothing personal, but if it's a choice between you and my sleep time, I'm going to have to choose sleep.
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