Oooh, I love "Do You Hear The People Sing?"
A couple of summers ago, my sister and her boyfriend, two of my cousins, and my mom and I drove from Wisconsin to Minneapolis in an obnoxious minivan. We played the Les Mis soundtrack and just...it was such a throwback to the childhood of my sister and I and one of my cousins (we'd spend
hours singing it at the cabin back in the day). That afternoon there was lots and lots of loud and dramatic singing and gesturing from the back of the van to the front. Even my mom got into it. My sister's boyfriend and my younger cousin just sort of stared at us, wondering how we'd managed to smoke so much crack without them noticing.
It was sort of like
this.