Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" video always makes me smile. Wyclef and Shakira? My cup runneth over.
I have a soft spot for Shakira because of one rainy Christmas.
On Christmas Eve a few years back, I was working. A poor girl far from home subjected to the worst customers of the year. Customers are always extra nasty on Sundays and around Christmas.
I think the Sabbath and the holidays use up all their goodwill.
My shift ended after a run in with a particularly foul individual and his wife. I wasn't rude to them even though their attitudes required me to draw on all the patience I had in reserve.
There I was, riding home on the Max, thinking of my family and crying against the smeary window.
Tattoo Queen called me after I got home and asked if I wanted to come over. We'd planned to spend Christmas Day together. I dissolved into a soggy mush over the phone and she said the magic sentence: "I'll make margaritas."
We opened our presents once I arrived. I had bought her a Shakira CD because I saw her on the Grammys and fell in love.
TQ's reaction to the present was perfect: turns out she had heard a song and loved it and wanted the CD.
It was a Christmas miracle. As long as you're not looking for a savior of the world type miracle.
We put on the CD and proceeded to drink and dance our way into Christmas morning.
Shakira is still my favorite choice for dancing to when no one's watching. Maybe I can't move my hips like that, but I give it my very best.
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