This year I'll be having dinner with Shakira. That's right, you read right, Shakira. Didn't think I knew her, huh? Just the two of us at midnight.
It's been decided that the menu will consist of tender, young veal parmigianni... thin Cappelini... smothered in rich, gravy. Crunchy, garlic bread. All washed down with a chilled bottle of chianti.
After dinner, it's over to the sofa. Lights low... What more could I ask for?
Shakira will just absolutely be glowing in the muted lights. Just listening to her will draw me in totally and I'll be hers.
Then her CD will be over, I'll turn off the stereo, shut off ol' Dick Clark and head to bed.... I could take the CD of Shikira to bed but that would be way too kinky, even for me!