Giddy Up, Jingle Feet, Kick Up Your Horse . . .

   Anyway, I’m sitting at the piano, the way he instructed me, I’m feeling absolutely ridiculous, but you know what?  I’m usually really self-conscious when someone is trying to teach me how to do something that I have next to no knowledge about, but I didn’t feel that way with Jason.  Weird.  And he’s talking about different techniques to use to help with posture.  He shows me one about leaning on a wall with your legs slightly in front of you, and it’s supposed to straighten your back.  So, he did that, then stands up, looks at me, and says, “I’m straight now.”

   I started laughing, and said, “And you weren’t before?”

   He got the most hysterical look on his face like he had just eaten a lemon or something, just standing there while I’m collapsed on the keys, laughing helplessly, and finally, he says, “I’m gonna go get a drink now.”  He leaves, and I regained my composure, to some degree.  When he came back, he had me going through scales with my right hand, then my left.  It was okay, except I have the incredible flying pinkie.  But I guaranteed him I’d be able to play both hands, going up the scale, by Tuesday.  I think I can do it.  I need to grab my mom’s keyboard, but I think I can manage it.

   He really impressed me with one thing, though.  I played the start of Ballroom Dancing and Wanderlust for him, to see if he could figure it out, and he did!!  He figured out the beginning of the intro’s for both songs in about five minutes.  I mean, dang!

   Okay, so then we’re back at his dorm room, and somehow we got to talking about Christmas carols.  A long time ago, when I was still going to the Youth Group at the Baptist Church, the rest of the Youth Group used to make fun of Jason for how many Christmas carols he didn’t know.  So, I recalled that, and he was like, “I do so know Christmas carols.  I bet you can’t find one that I don’t know.”

   Well, I never back down from a challenge.  Lol.  So, I start naming Christmas songs.  I believe he was basically fine until I said, “It came upon a midnight clear.”  He sang the first line, ie-the title, and then darts his eyes back and forth, and finally sings, in tune with the song, “And at twelve-o-one it was gone . . .”  I gave him the next line, and then went on to another one.  It was when I got to Jingle Bell Rock that the title of this entry comes into play.  Because that’s exactly what he sang.  “Giddy up jingle feet, kick up your horse.”  It was hilarious!

   But the best part was when I said, “Okay, how about this one.  The Twelve Days of Christmas.”  As opposed to the Twelve Days After Christmas, which we did as a chorus song my junior year, and his sophomore year.  So, he gives me this look, and says, “Oh, God.”  And starts from day one!!  He said he had to go through the entire song.

–Notes–

12 Days After Christmas?!?! NOOOO!!!! My choir ruined that song! it is what Comic Book Guy would dub “Worst…Christmas Song…EVER!!!!!” But I digress. That redneck blather entitled “Please daddy DOn’t Get Drunk on Christmas” is much worse. [Jilliebean]