Eyes Wide Open

Tonight, Heather and I had a nice dinner with the kids followed by a good tag-team get-the-kids-ready-for-bed-time…all before settling in to watch some tv. As usual for a Friday night (and given the recent writers strike), there was not much to watch. That is, until we found the Celine Dion Special on CBS.

The conversation, or play-by-play, went something like this:

Me: “She has a very nice voice…my sister DeAnn really likes her.”
Heather: “I think they are almost the same age…Is she (Celine) still doing the Vegas thing?”
Me: “I’m not sure. She is the opening act for the new Tulsa arena when it opens next year.”

(pause)

Me: “That’s quite a revealing outfit she’s wearing.”
Heather: “Yeah it is.”

(later on)

Me: “You think she will be the Barbara Streisand of our generation?” (I so can’t believe I just said that)
Heather: “I would say so…”

(more time passes)

Me: “Her stage movement looks a bit strange during this song.”
Heather: “Maybe she isn’t a very good free-style dancer. You know, Whitney Houston was always awkward on stage.”

(pause)

Me: “Do you think the fact that I’m really enjoying her performance makes me old?”

(more silence)

Me: “Wow! Did you hear her hit that note? It was effortless!”
Heather: “That’s why Simon Cowell hates it when all those girls try to sing Celine Dion. They can’t do it.”
Me: “Oh, here comes Josh Groban, they are going to sing ‘The Prayer!’ I’m going to call Meredith!” (I sang this duet with her friend Julie at Meredith’s wedding recently)
Heather: “I think you and Julie could give these two a run for their money…”
Me: (lacking all humility) “We did pretty much kick butt on that one.”

It’s official. I’m growing old.