December 21, 1997 (Driving Jen home from Gainesville)
Jen and I were goofing about what tape to listen to, and she decided to look for one with “Oh, Holy Night” on it. The only version we had was awful.
I was driving, and she asked me to sing it, so I did. I missed a couple of the very high notes, but I think I got most of it. When I was done, I asked her why she hadn’t sung along. (Or maybe it was just before.) Anyway, she said she didn’t know the words.
She said I kicked ass singing it and asked me to sing it again. She was smiling. She clapped and said again that I kicked ass. I thanked her. She said she really liked my voice.