HOW WE LOOK:
HOW OTHERS SEE US:
You will be asking me, I know, how I can state this so definitively. Well, my people, let me tell you. For the last two days, my depositions have been held at a hotel in Burlington. That very same hotel has been home away from home for umpteen hundred female barbershop quartet -- and who knew THIS even existed? -- barbershop chorus members.
FREAKS! The gathering was titled...
"Show*ers of Har*mony."
We won't even ponder what Freud might think about that.
A fucking FREAKshow! And it wasn't just me who thought so. It was unanimous in the room. We started the deposition today and it was being videotaped. After ten minutes, we were all about ready to spontaneously combust. We couldn't stand the cacophony (singing?) out in the hallway and at the huge conference room across the way. We had to request that we have another room far, far away from it (in another city, perhaps?), as we could not concentrate to conduct our business. Their music and their voices were SO ANNOYING to us. UGH-LY!!!
But when I looked at those people, I could tell they were having a BLAST. They were having the BEST.TIME.EVER!!! They could not have found more happiness. Anywhere. The smiles were ear to ear. I could just feel the fun they were having together -- together with kindred souls, people who all shared the same interest. When I left the hotel, I never saw so many vanity license places from different states in my life with one variation or another of: "SING" or "LUV2SING" or "SINGER."
It left me to ponder what we must look like to "outsiders."