houston, i have a problem.

a couple of weeks ago, i took part in a spontaneous, a cappella group rendition of whitney houston's classic smash inspirational hit, "the greatest love of all." a quiet voice began "i believe the children are our future...." and suddenly an uproarious group of crooners joined in. it was, quite possibly, one of the loudest, most dramatic, passionate, and heartfelt versions ever to be performed in a kitchen. (i'm told the downstairs neighbors did not enjoy it. fools.) it was quite entertaining, though slightly alarming to find that there were a couple of people who simply could not join in and could only stare in awe and confusion, as they were too young to be familiar with this brilliant ballad (how is that possible? i didn't think i was that old).
but.....yesterday, for some reason, i remembered a similar event. my friend and i were trying to do homework on a sunday evening, the day after the junior prom (yes, i was a nerd then as well as now. big surprise). being slightly delirious, we somehow managed to break into a moving rendition of "i will always love you." though there were only the two of us involved this time, it was equally as impassioned and also followed by a fit of laughter. after remembering this, it occurred to me that we had sung a whitney hit on both occassions. strangely enough, that was not what led me to make such a connection.
and that is what i needed to share right now.