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So is the mantra of a rather nifty bar in Denver. :3 Sing Sing's for anyone who's never been. They have spiffy BUCKETS of alcohol...please bring at least three other people to drink. Four straws, countdown from three, chug until just the ice and fruit (depending on your bucket) are left. ^^ Good luck getting parking or a table.

But I digress. I haven't been there in a few years now.

I love singing. I can hold half a tune and wouldn't be opposed to vocal lessons. Despite my lack of solid religious grips, my favorite things to sing pertain to the divine...quite possibly because that was my first big exposure to vocal music and more likely because, like art, I think singing is one of the clearest paths to said Divinity. I feel lighter in heart when I sing and despite my Dad's...less than embracing opinions about the religion of my family and my own doubts, I feel like I could believe in something when the music swells.




Drabble brought to you by the approaching holidays, last year's loss of the family
matriarch giving all the more reason to sing...because she loved to.