Good morning, reader. It's very cold in Maine. It's also very Monday. Oh, it is soooo Monday.
I have a little something to cheer you up. It's in the vein of this wedding video from Moonrat, which I posted back in July 2009 (Gulp.)
You may know by now that my high school life ambition was to, "Live a musical."
And you may know that when I was sick of cramming for an exam in college, I would fantasize that everyone in the library suddenly began to dance, all in choreographed unison, leaping over chairs and spinning on tables and waving jazz hands from behind the stacks.
I still want to live a musical. I want to live in a world where everyone can sing. Everyone can dance. And they can because they do, because there is no such thing as NOT singing or NOT dancing. There is no such thing as "I'm not good enough," or "I'm embarrassed."
In the world of the musical, there is only joy so full it must be expressed through leaps and pirouettes.
In the world of the musical, a moment of abject loneliness and sadness is often accompanied by sympathetic strangers at the bar or walking down the street, who not only recognize your pain, but harmonize with it.
I don't think it's such an unreasonable thing to wish for. The world could use more joy, more silliness, and of course, more choreography.
So, without further ado: Enjoy!