This should happen to everyone.

I am getting started on this fairly late in the evening. Had a dinner date tonight and it turned into one of those things where you kind of lose your head. Let's start at the beginning; which is a very good place to start if you are going to tell a story.
I met up with my date; whom I shall refer to as the Vixen so as to try to make things more "monsterish" around here. We decided to go to a hamburger restaurant because of the lively, youthful atmosphere and reasonable prices. This was not our first time out and I didn't need to put on airs to impress the Vixen. My snaggle-toothed smile, untameable hair style and slightly irreverent sense of humour would be more than enough to keep her entertained.
The place we decided to go to is called Bikkuri Donkey and I have often wondered about what kind of meat they use for their burgers. Well, there we were, enjoying the usual things that people enjoy over dinner: engaging conversation laced with sly glances and double entendres over mugs of ice cold beer and penetrating observations about each other's obvious intelligence whilst showing each other our membership cards to the mutual appreciation society.
It was during one of those moments of unbearable silences when I noticed that in the background James Taylor's 'You've got a friend' was playing and I sang a along with the chorus and commented that I was probably the only person in the place who knew the song as well as the artist. Then Came 'Mind Games' by john Lennon and I felt compelled to sing the entire song to her. Commenting that this was the music of my youth and that It felt so fantastic to actually sit over dinner in a place where I could not only recognize the tunes, but identify with them as well.
Then I went into stupid mode when I recognized that BTO's 'You ain't seen nuthin yet' was playing. I just felt the words bursting out of me and I felt compelled to sing them to her. The only problem was that I got so damned excited by all of this nostalgic harmony floating around me that I sang the song at full volume causing the guests at the neighboring tables to pause in their culinary foraging and stare at the slightly insane white guy serenading his date.
The Vixen just burst out in peals of golden laughter as I continued to not only sing, but play the drums with my chopsticks. I have to tell you that I am not the type of person who normally behaves like this. I don't get into bar fights and I labour to keep my life as simple as possible. Seeing the smile on her face and feeling the way she held on to me as I walked her home has made me think that sometimes it can be good to let the music carry you away.

Have a nice night,
Punny Yumpkin.