Dad's taste in women.

I'm sitting here assembling a playlist of cover songs I'm doing for a New Year's Eve gig, and this reminded me that Dad thinks Sheryl Crow is super hot. We were drinking once in his boys' club in Philly -- this was the night I matched him drink for drink, from pre-dinner martinis to with-dinner wine and post-dinner ridiculum -- and she was on TV in the bar or something, I think, and he kept raving about her. Thanks, Dad... that wasn't awkward at all.

I'll just add that I blacked out later that night, but unfortunately still remember him making this comment. Why couldn't he have just waited an hour or two?