I am obsessed with the Scissor Sister's song, Let's Have a Kiki. Obsessed!
*warning - graphic images and language (it's not that bad, but you gotta protect those that need protecting.)
I cannot stop listening to it.
Of course I was a bit confused regarding the meaning of Kiki. Originally I thought party. Then I came to realize it is a word, similar to our much beloved F-word, that can mean anything - driven by the person saying Kiki. Whatever makes you happy. Be it a party, sexy-time, a boy, a girl, a cocktail. If it makes you happy, it's a Kiki.
Necessary or unnecessary background for weekend story.
I went to Rice Lake to visit my friends that have a home on the lake. Peaceful, lovely, warm and calm in the summer and crisp and frozen in the winter. A small small town, but always fun when I go see my oldest and dearest friend, Deb-oh-rah.
When I go to Rice Lake we go auctioning, antiquing, junking. More fun than I deserve.
On this evening we take the pontoon to town to have dinner and a few cocktails.
After dinner we decide to go to the Lions and use Mikey's secret card (not so secret - I just wanted to say that) to gain entrance, and have a delicious cocktail overlooking the lake.
A large group come in. A group that has been having fun all day. Their energy is good! Laughing, story-telling, hitting-each-other-on-the-back fun.
One woman raises her glass and adds onto a story that we have missed the beginning of . . .
"Ladies - how many of you have had to get up in the middle of the night to pee because, in your past, you pushed babies out of your vagina?"
I mutter under my breath, "Not me, I do my kegels religiously."
Several woman are adding to her inquiry. Much talk about big-headed babies and the mystery of women.
I stand, swept up in the camaraderie of the moment, raise my glass of whiskey and diet, and declare, "Bow to the power of the vagina!"
Dead, cold silence. Picture about two dozen heads swung my way.
I sit and giggle a little. Mikey busts out laughing, Deb laughs a bit nervously.
I take a sip of my cocktail. The bar recovers.
Blurting just may be my Kiki!