Last year, I asked her to join me at music fest which involved camping and drinking and general non-hygienic things. Though I'd been to this fest for several years with another friend, the friend was never willing to venture out for late-night campground shows. Babysis, however, obliged.
The first show we hit, around 2 am, was a group called Elephant Revival. Totally hippie, totally trippie-ish. At one point, in one of their songs they were like, "Sing along!" and I followed with, "Whoa-oh-oh, aye-aye-aye," as I danced around the campfire in my tie-dye dress, fleece jacket and knit cap, hands outstretched.
My sister stared at me like a leper, and then joined in on the second chorus, seemingly enjoying herself.
We stayed out until 5 am that night, and the next day at the formal concert, she said to me, "There's a song I heard last night by Elephant Revival that I really liked, but I can't find it online."
I simply shrugged. Sometimes that happens. A LOT of the time it happens around campfires.
Six months later, my sister texted me, "ELEPHANT REVIVAL JUST PUT OUT A NEW ALBUM!!!!"
I was kind of stoked that she even remembered them.
A few days later, I texted her back to say that I'd bought it.
"Grace of a Woman," she replied. "That was THE song."
So I swirled the little circle on my ipod until I found it, and when I heard "Whoa-oh-oh," I smiled a big smile because, yep, I remember it too.