Let me set the scene so you can truly appreciate this overhear....
It's Friday night and I am at a local mexican restaurant for a girls' night out. The bar, however, is crowded with familes and I come to find out that Friday nights the restaurant has karaoke. Somehow my Margarita can't quite make up for the fact that our conversation is all about soccer games, school parties and family planning; not to mention the fact that one of the very nice women has brought along her 4 month old and that the friend who has brought us all together has her kids in the room at a different table sitting with her ex-husband and his girlfriend. Obviously this was not exactly a scene from Sex in the City.
But, the conversation is good.... and I am enjoying myself until the music starts and people begin to get up to sing. Now, the only thing that can make karaoke more awkward, in my opinion, is when the people singing are clearly not drunk enough to have done it on a dare. We laugh a little at some of the attempts, until a young boy of probably 10 years old stands at the mic. Oh no.... I think. He is by himself and is clearly psyched up to do this.... and then he starts to sing.... Bad Day by Daniel Powter. He throws his whole soul into singing that song; and it is beautiful.
And... in that moment the entire evening makes sense in a cosmic way. Because.... while my girl's nights out might allow me to escape a bad day.... only my daughter can truly take one away.