Picture it: A Saturday night house party. Except, instead of being in high school surrounded by people drinking Mikes hard lemonade and wearing Ikeda jeans, I'm surrounded by working professionals drinking wine and wearing Hugo Boss. For reasons I'm still a little vague on "Gin and Juice" is being played (because really, isn't that what all accountants listen to in their spare time?).
T: Um, did you know you are singing to this song?
Me: Ah, no I'm not. I don't like this song. At all.
T: But, but you were just singing. Really.
A moment goes by. Wine is sipped, talks of a taxing tax season are overheard...
Me: Holy shit. I'm singing along. Why am I singing along?
T: I just want to know when you learned all the words. Now, would you like a glass of gin, some crack and a ho to go with your cup of cranberry juice?
Me: Shut up. Just shut up.