Last night I had this crazy dream that I was on Glee. (I always sing-say the name of the show in a high-pitched and staccato voice just like in the opening sequence - Glee!). The episode was about singing in falsetto and everybody was supposed to choose a song to showcase their falsetto range. So basically I dreamed in Mariah Carey and Frankie Valley & the Four Seasons mode. It was so bizarre. And the lesson to be learned by singing falsetto was that sometimes you just have to 'put yourself out there' and go for 'it' (whatever all that means). I played the 'new girl' and my role was to be a tone-deaf singer who is so flat that it affects the entire choir but still wasn't afraid to try.
What is the takeaway from this dream? That I watch too much television. There is no other takeaway.
Also last night, but about 8 hours earlier, I participated in a Kickball Tournament at work. Partners and Paralegals teamed up against Associates and Summers at a nearby park. After an obscene amount of rules were read (come on, it's kickball and 7-year-olds play it, no more rules already - but then again, we are all lawyers and it turns out there was some heated debate about the rules during subsequent game-play), we commenced with a kickball battle. And I got really annoyed.
Here's why: I wanted to KICK THE BALL. But when I was getting ready to go up to kick, our team captain and his assistant captain (both 6th year associate males) were like "Okay Amy, here's the plan, you are just going to bunt this play. Just bunt the heck out of it. Don't kick it. They'll never see it coming. Yadda-yadda-yadda." The plan was fine and dandy and all, but I wanted to KICK, not bunt. All the guys got to kick the ball. The girls with soccer backgrounds got to kick the ball. But I didn't want to whine about it and I wanted to be a team player, so I bunted and didn't point out that it was unfair for me to not get a chance to unleash my amazing kickball abilities against the red bouncy ball. The same thing happened every time it was my turn to be on deck--I'd get a little pep talk about bunting. So I played along and went with it, but I was annoyed the whole time and never did get to kick the ball. (Yes, of course I could have just ignored them and done whatever I wanted, but I was trying to be a team player and every time I was up at the plate there was somebody on third and two outs already so I didn't want to showboat only to cost us a score).
Kickball was exactly like I remembered it from 2nd grade - the boys are still bossy when it comes to all things sports-related and they don't really let me play even when it is my turn. At least I talked another associate into doing cartwheels with me in the outfield.