Hip-hop dancing, seven-year-old Shu-Shu beat me in the talent show last night. I remember running around the stage a few times to get warmed up. There was a delay before my act because the waterfall machine, which was powering my church's auditorium, had become disconnected between rows 2 and 12. When they had finally fixed the waterfall by playing Ben Folds to it with another piano they had brought in, it was my turn. I knew Shu-Shu had won before I even went onstage, but I put on my tap shoes anyway because that's the integrity I have. I think I tapdanced to CCR's Suzie-Q. When I woke up, I realized that I had slept right through church, my roommate was shooing the cat off the bed, and my cell phone had alternately rung "Army" and "Suzie-Q."
I should've changed my ring to Magnum PI. That would've brought down the house.