There's a club near our apt compound called Riversounds, which we finally made it to this Friday night after a delightful meal of 'chicken sandth' at Saffron Bistro.
After hearing a handful of some pretty good Russian pop songs and ballads, to which almost everyone except us knew the words to, we got thrown a bone when Billy Joel's Uptown Girl came on. At first, we weren't sure if we had drank too much and had forgotten the words, but then we realized the lead singer, who was really, really good, couldn't read the lyrics. He'd brought them up on stage with him and the lighting made it difficult to nail 'she never had a backstreet guy, her mother never told her why' OOH OH OOOOH OH OH OH OOOOOOH OH OHO ! In any case, Mongolians know how to partay - mixing it up with a cashmere fashion show and cashmere clothing raffle around midnight - even as were leaving at 2 am, people were just getting their night started. I'm beginning to see the parallels between Greeks and Mongolians.
Millbarge: it's... ”Soul Finger" by the Bar Kays
ReplyDeleteFitz-Hume: They must be havin' a hard time getting gigs.
(this is so fun! I can probably get a Spies Like Us quote properly inserted everywhere in your blog...)