A friend of mine - who travels a lot - told me once about going to Mandalay Bay and floating down their river in an innertube, drink in hand, just drifting along ... sigh ... I could use something like that.
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I can't carry a tune to save my life. I love to sing out loud, but I take pity on other human beings, and do it only when I'm alone, or when the baby in presence is young enough to be able to repress the trauma.
Mandalay Bay and floating down their river in an innertube, drink in hand, just drifting along
And occasionally, you get out, lie in a chair in the sand by the wave pool and put your little chair flag up and let the server some to you, give you more drinks, and then get back in the river.
Sigh.
By popular demand, I no longer sing in public.
Oh! And on the baby songs, Blackbird was the first song I sang to Em. Yesterday was the one I sang during the middle of the night. And her newest favorites are Rainbow Connection, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Baby Mine.
I've gotten so sick of Baby Mine that I've started doing a Sid Vicious version.
OK, can you do this Mandalay Bay situation without staying in the hotel? Because that sounds awesome, and this time next week I'll be in Vegas.
Sadly, I don't think so. IIRC, you have to use your key to get into the pool area. As in, show it to the guys manning the desk that hand out the towels.
Hmph.
What hotel are you staying at?
Oh! And on the baby songs, Blackbird was the first song I sang to Em. Yesterday was the one I sang during the middle of the night. And her newest favorites are Rainbow Connection, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Baby Mine.
I sang Blackbird to my kids, too. And I filked it for Chris, because he would cry like his heart was broken when he was hungry. He was the easiest baby in the world, and a pleasantly plump (but not fat) baby with big cheeks. His hunger would come over him all of a sudden, and he was hysterically pathetic, like he'd never been fed in his whole life. The filk went something like:
Fat boy singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken cheeks and fill me up.
All my life, I was always waiting for a bottle or a cup.