Gaelic Storm: Eulogy Edition

Today I seem to be in a Gaelicy mood. No not "garlicy," Gaelicy. Although I am also immensely fond of garlic...but anyway.

It all started when I opened the Pandora app on my iPhone, to play some background music while I got dressed and ready to go this morning.

I've been listening to a lot of Sinatra lately(because I adore Sinatra), and Christmas songs(because it's mid-December). I needed a little break from those, so I scrolled through my stations, looking for just the right one for my mood.I'm in an upbeat, happy kinda mood today. But the bouncy, modern pop music didn't seem quite right....no. Not that. Hmm, what was upbeat but not too modern? AHA! "Gaelic Storm" radio. Perfect. I pressed play and began to get ready for my day....ah yes. Listen to that fiddle! My feet were positively itching to do a jig.Darn you, you wonderful fiddler! The rhythm of those drums was simply infectious...I couldn't help myself. I attempted to river dance. It was a valiant effort, although I'm sure I looked like a crazy oaf. I'm not sure what it is about the shower, but it makes me a little crazier than usual.What happened, my dear blog readers, was simply this: Common sense finally overtook my jiggy mood and the picture of my lifeless, dance-less body flashed before my eyes and it suddenly occurred to me, that maybe, just maybe, river-dancing in the shower was not one of my brightest ideas. The eulogy, "She lived well and died river-dancing....in the shower" came to mind. As romantic as dying in the midst of river-dancing seemed to me, the "in the shower" part was more than a little ridiculous sounding, not to mention indelicate.
So, I ceased. I quit. I stopped mid-river dance(it wasn't easy, with that inspiring music still playing away). I'm sure you all greatly appreciate this rambling tale of mis-guided, creative(and somewhat crazy) inspiration. Glad to oblige.Take heed folks, the moral of this story: Never, under any circumstance, should you listen to Gaelic music whilst showering. Potentially fatal river-dancing may occur.

I hopped into the shower for a quick, soapy scrub-a-dub-dub, propping my phone up next to my clothes in the bathroom, so I could still hear my music. It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time, but soon I realized my mistake.Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Oh no...the silly wannabe river-dancer slipped and fell and hit her head so hard that she was rendered unconscious and had to be rushed to the emergency room immediately, where the doctors pronounced her to be, 'only mostly dead.' And now as she's teetering on the brink of death(quite pale and deathly pallorish), she's writing this blog post as her last will and testament....I hope she leaves me her CD collection. I really like her CDs. She has such great taste in music..how ironic, that her wonderful music taste has ultimately led to her unfortunate and untimely demise."Such kind thoughts. I appreciate them, truly I do. However, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little bit longer to get your hands on my marvelous CDs (plus, technically Lydia already has dibs on those...sorry to disappoint). I happen to still be in fine health and spirits! "How!?" you may be asking. Well, I won't keep you in suspense. Ok, maybe just a little suspense.....for emphasis......and dramatic flair......*chortles gleefully*..............alright. I'll stop torturing you poor people now.