The Scene: A cottage in Georgian Bay with my friend Country Girl (CG) her husband, my Peterborough-sister and my pesky-brother-in-law. My pesky-brother-in-law and Country Girl’s husband spend too much time together. I’m almost inclined to call him Country-Girl’s-pesky-husband. But I won’t because it’s simply too much typing.
It is Friday night. We are having a fire. My sister, pesky-brother-in-law and CG’s pesky-husband (that’s easier to type) are knee-deep in conversation about something. I can’t remember, but I’m sure it involved tectonic plates or something. Maybe mountain biking.
CG and I are sitting side-by-side by the fire, talking about rum, when suddenly I hear something in the distance, flowing over the wind, coming from the next cottage….
Next cottage: A replay of last night's events roll through my mind…
Me (grabbing CG’s hand): OhmyGod! Listen!
Next cottage: And I see a truck stop sign ahead so I change lanes…
CG: Ohmygod! It’s Garth!
We both turn our heads sideways to listen for our chance. There is a crazy electric violin solo. Is there such thing as an electric violin? Whatever, we were waiting…waiting…waiting…
And then:
Me and CG: OOOOOPERATOR WON’T YOU PUT ME ON THROUGH I GOTTA SEND MY LOVE DOWN TO BATON ROUGE! HUUURRY UP WON’T YOU PUT HER ON THE LINE I GOTTA TALK TO THE GIRL JUST ONE MORE TIME!
The others go quiet. CG and I have our heads together, ears craning to hear our next cue…
Us: HELLO SAMATHA DEAR I HOPE YOU’RE FEELING FINE AND IT WON’T BE LONG UNTIL I’M WITH YOU ALL THE TIME…
We hear someone ask “what the hell are they doing?” We don’t care. We’re singing to Garth!
Us: OH-OH-OOHHHH IN BATON ROUGE!
We are quiet again, listening for the next jump in. We’re wondering what song will be next? Maybe Friends in Low Places? Thunder Rolls?
Us: SWEET BATON ROUGE! MY BATON ROOOOUUUUUGE! OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!
The others have resumes their conversation by now. For some reason, the next cottage over stopped playing songs after that. Our mojo was lost.
Until someone brought out popcorn. Then we were ok again.
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