Top Three ExPat Café Songs
June 3, 2008. Saigon, Vietnam.
Best Worst Songs heard at Bobby Brewer’s today:
Sitting on one of the plush corduroy armchairs in a row of ten seated expats typing on Macs, sipping overpriced cappuccinos and talking loudly into cell phones, I heard these songs.
This is the environment I seek out when I’m homesick? Below, the streets bustle with motorbikes, street sellers and exposed electrical wires.
1. I think I had a steamy slow dance to this one at age 13. H-O-T.
2. I know I danced to this one in the parking lot with Anner before hunting for blackberries in New Hampshire one summer.
3. Sometimes I hum it in inappropriate situations, like walking with nuns and monks up to sacred temples. Things like that.
Runners Up:
1. A talented female vocalist. So much potential. When did she turn cheese?
2. Learning how to dirty dance.
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