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“You have to sing it a lot higher than that,” Heather said. By the time I got to the part where I had to screech “mamma mia” at the pitch of a man whose balls are in a vise and then immediately repeat the words four octaves lower, Heather was doubled over with laughter.

“All right, fu—.” Remembering the children, I reformulated my statement mid-word, “fu-orget this.” Poorly animated Paula was glaring at me for missing so many notes. “I want to do a different one next.” Heather agreed that I deserved another chance, but first, she wanted the mic back. We both gently shushed Liam when he asked if he could have another turn. I became giddy when Heather chose “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion, and I couldn’t keep myself from singing along to the chorus. Heather scored a diamond. “Okay, now me,” I said. I selected “Glamorous,” as I had just listened to it on the drive up. I was surprised that, having heard it only a few times on the radio, I’d somehow memorized every word of Fergie’s hit. After Heather sang “Copacabana,” Liam gave up trying to get another turn, as I had eagerly snatched back the microphone to attempt Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.”

I was about to go for “Black Velvet” when, glancing at my nephews playing with their trucks and Legos, it occurred to me I’d overlooked something very important. How could I have forgotten one of the main reasons for my visit? I set down the microphone and the wiimote. “Heather,” I said, meeting my sister’s gaze, “I’m hungry. Weren’t we going to do lunch?”

“There’s a place called NYPD Pizza up the street; they sell it by the slice,” Heather said.

“I’m in,” I said. “And when we get back, I’m singing ‘Heart of Glass.’ Paula’s gonna love it.”

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MsGrant Aug. 27, 2008 @ 1:55 p.m.

Rockin' like Dokken! That is hilarious. I met the drummer for Dokken once. I was enrolled in a real estate class in Scottsdale, Arizona and one of my fellow students was a topless dancer at Babes or something like that. When we passed the class, a group of us went out for drinks and she brought her boyfriend. About ten minutes into our celebration, my friend, Marc, whispers in my ear "That dude is in Dokken". I was like, "No way!" Sure enough, it was him. He was totally fun. I think his name was Nick.

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Barbarella Fokos Aug. 27, 2008 @ 9:25 p.m.

No way! I'm going to have to break down and listen to some of their songs now. I confess, I was familiar with the term "Rockin' like Dokken," but have no idea what songs the band has recorded. Time for me to do some post-writing research. ;)

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bohemianopus Aug. 28, 2008 @ 7:55 a.m.

"By the time I got to the part where I had to screech "mamma mia" at the pitch of a man whose balls are in a vise..."

I need a new chair that will keep me from falling off and hitting the floor!!

GREAT STUFF!

Pat

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jim87vette Aug. 28, 2008 @ 1:35 p.m.

You picked a tough song Barb lol.I have never had the pleasure of getting my WII on lol.Maybe one day I will stumble into someones house and check it out.I think White Wedding would be a good one for you,and I wanna hear it.

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PETsurfer June 13, 2009 @ 4:38 p.m.

MsGrant:

Yeah, I used to simply CONSUME Dokken in the 80's. Listening every day, and buying up every cassette, vinyl, ANYTHING.

Nick is close... it was Mick. "Wild" Mick Brown, if I remember correctly.

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