I have this fantasy. No, no—before you rush to get out the brain bleach and a scrub brush, it's not that kind of fantasy.
See, I was running on the treadmill the other night, and grooving to my workout tunes, and "We Are Family" by Sister Sledge started to play. I have always loved that song. And it reminded me that for a long time I've had a daydream about dressing up in a gold lamé disco jumpsuit and a 'fro and singing "We Are Family" with my sisters, all dressed in matching jumpsuits and wigs, and shaking our groove thangs. And here's the fantasy part: I look and sound totally fierce while doing this. We all do.
Yeah, I know. That's why it's called a fantasy.
See, I was running on the treadmill the other night, and grooving to my workout tunes, and "We Are Family" by Sister Sledge started to play. I have always loved that song. And it reminded me that for a long time I've had a daydream about dressing up in a gold lamé disco jumpsuit and a 'fro and singing "We Are Family" with my sisters, all dressed in matching jumpsuits and wigs, and shaking our groove thangs. And here's the fantasy part: I look and sound totally fierce while doing this. We all do.
Yeah, I know. That's why it's called a fantasy.
5 comments:
sweet! when that fantasy is fulfilled, i hope to be there watching katie the fierce rock it out with her sisters!
You know, Aubrey, I think you're one of the few people I wouldn't be embarrassed to have see me in that getup. I'm not sure if that's a worse comment about my own level of sanity or yours! :)
Nah, it just means that I know you know how crazy I am, and yet you still somehow are not ashamed to claim me as a friend. So, thank you.
So are we going to try to pull of this fantasy or should we let it lie?
I'm Game.
Sweet. I'll start looking for a pattern for the gold lame disco jumpsuits...
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