“Dance to the music!” He shouts, feeling pretty sly.
I try to stay stone-faced, but it’s impossible with the groove
even if his voice is less than perfect.
“Ride, Sally, Ride, now!” He continues.
The beat goes on.
We watch him lip-sync along,
doing what he does,
and we can’t help but get into the spirit.
Soon we’re all dancing,
even me.

“It’s a party,” I eventually admit.
“Don’t I know it,” Philip wipes the sweat from his brow,
and enters into his next series of moves.
Hopefully, he won’t sing again.

“Oh, shit!” he calls out, megaphone style,
“It’s ‘What I Like About You.’
Who’s with me?”
Dear God.
Here we go again.