My Dad Listening to the Radio.

My sister had her birthday the other day. Naturally, we, as a family, went to a bar with a band who covers Sinatra songs.  Thankfully, it was crowded and therefore the singer was out of view, because he looked nothing like Frank, poor chap. It was extremely loud and no one could make conversation so we all resorted to texting throughout the meal. Thank goodness, my parents got with the 20th Century a few years ago. Their thumbs were moving faster than a speeding bullet throughout the night.  

After eating too much and getting serenaded by Frank, it was time to leave.

The car ride home.

Dad, in control of the radio, blasts Fat Joe.

"I really like this song." he says.

He turns up the music.

After song ends, he flips through the stations.  He stops on Pink for a few seconds.  "Pink!" he exclaims, humming along.

Then he fumbles through the stations again, stopping on the Black Eyed Peas. "Fergie, huh. Doesn't your mom not like her?" he asks my my mom, his wife. How does my Gma know who Fergie is? How does my Dad recognize her voice on the radio. Then again, this is the same guy, who announced that "Hips Don't Lie" is his favorite song when it came on in a Brooklyn bodega once. He was super jazzed.

He barely stops on the song though. "I'm really just trying to find the Lumineers. They're so hot right now." Yes, my Dad knows who the Lumineers are. What?! In fact, he came home the other day singing their song and claiming that they're the next big thing. Alright....He also knows more about the Kardashians and what's going on with each Mob Wife than I ever will...

More fumbling.  "Adele...She really is full of angst." he muses. 

In other news, my mom recently went out and bought the new Bruno Mars cd. 

Do I have the hippest parents ever? Quite possibly...

Also...

This dude looks nothing like Frank Sinatra (plus, the quality of this picture is terrible and I am obviously not a photographer):  

Fake Frank: sounds good, looks a hot mess.

But, these guys meanwhile: