Just Like Riding A Bike

I went to a holiday party last week. It was not your typical holiday party. Upon arriving, the host broke a cascarone over my head. GAME ON.

I was then greeted by a menagerie of percussion instruments, each to be used in the sing-along that would be happening that night. In addition to the claves and cabasa, there was a piano and I heard rumors of a stand-up bassist who would be arriving later. I looked down and saw a trumpet. Inspired by my high school band days, I picked it up and busted out an off-key scale. (Let’s not think about the mouthpiece…) The other party guests took a new interest in me as someone who might contribute something other than shaking a tambourine.

We sang and played until 2 o’clock the next morning. The hangover I suffered until 3 PM the next day was well-worth the fun I had.

Jingle all the way!