This morning, while lifting my cat up to my face for an impromptu nose inspection, I discovered that I have regained my falsetto! After a 10-year absence, it has returned to bless me with the ability to sing along with Beach Boys songs. I spent my shower bleeting out "Emotional Rescue" and "Alive" by the Rolling Stones and Bee Gees, respectively. Every spare - and solitary - moment I get today, I'm going to practice and nurture this gift. They always used to say that one can recover a falsetto after puberty, but I always thought it was empty consolation.
What I'm curious about is how it happened. I choked on my Raisin Bran earlier in the morning and had to cough in an awkward manner. Did I unintentionally clear the cobwebs from my high-register pipes with a well timed bran-flake assault? On a cosmic level, what kind of altruistic act did I perform to deserve this karmic windfall? Maybe I don't regret treating the whole table to dim sum after all. I should go flaunt my money in a social setting again and see if it rains sushi rolls or a baby panda shows up on my doorstep tomorrow.
This caps a pretty good week in which my parents made for dinner whatever I told them to, I scored a killer blazer from H&M, the Sox clinched the AL East division, and I shot a -9 in Wii Golf. That has got to be some kind of record, no joke.
No comments:
Post a Comment