Twilight Zone

Imagine a noisy, crowded Irish Pub. I'm flirting with a cute boy...enjoying the atmosphere. Then music starts to play over the speakers and I suddenly find myself frozen in place..."Wait a minute. Are they playing....????"

"Blame it on my roots, I showed up in boots, and ruined your black tie affair..."

A glance around the room revealed men, eyes half closed...crooning into their beers. "And I saw the surprise, and the fear in his eyes, when I took his glass of champagne, and I toasted you, said honey we may be through, but you'll-never-hear-me-complaaaiiiiinnnnn..."

The bar suddenly erupted into cheers and fists pounding on the bar. "Cause I've got friends in low places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away, And I'll be okay..."

I stared wide eyed as my Irishman grabbed my waist and drawled, "I'm not big on social graces, think I'll skip on down to the Oasis, oh I've got friends in low places."

The initial shock I suffered at the sight of a bar full of Irishmen singing Garth Brooks, eventually wore off and I joined in as they chanted, "You gotta now when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run..."

A few Red Bulls and Vodka later I found myself forming a chorus line with another American and some locals...all of us singing at the top of our lungs. "Start spreading the news." Kick turn kick.

"I'm leavin' today." Kick turn kick. "I want to be a part of it. New York New York." Knock back a drink. "...I'll make a brand new start of it, New York New York." Pull Irishman's hand off my ass.

"If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere. It's up to you" kick
"New" kick
"York" kick
"New" kick,
"Yooooorrrrrrrkkkkkk." kick turn kick.