The rainy night became even rainier.
The windows were rolled up, but I'm sure that outside, where we couldn't hear, all canines within a 10-kilometer radius inexplicably started howling.
What I found amazing (and for which I was endlessly ridiculed by the bastards I was riding along with) was that I knew the song's lyrics word-for-word, down to the last ohhh and ahhhh, when I never even owned a copy of the song. Hell, even I didn't realize I knew the words by heart. The realization emerged only that night.
Marnie and Rudy sang their hearts out, but they mangled the lyrics. Then they had the nerve to laugh at my ability to be word-perfect when it comes to sappy love songs? Even songs by *gasp* Billy Ocean? Sing along with me, c'mon, you know you want to.
I used to think that love was just a fairy tale
Until that first hello, until that first smile
But if I had to do it all again
I wouldn't change a thing, 'cos this love is everlasting
Life has new meaning to meeeeeeee
Oh man. If I'm able to remember the lyrics to this song from so many years ago, a song that wasn't even a favorite of mine, and one that I don't have a personal copy of, what other things are lurking in my subconscious?
Whatever they are, I'm glad they're there.
There are so many things -- so many memories -- I don't want ever want to forget. And if even just one of them comes out one of these days when I feel the wind blow my hair a certain way, when cold beer slides down my throat in a memorable location, or when an obscure song plays on the radio and rekindles dormant memories that are important to me, making me sing like there's no tomorrow even when I can't carry a tune...then I'm happy.
Even at the expense of my dear friends' eardrums.