Then again, after two or three glasses of wine it would seem like a good idea, wouldn't it?
Of course, in the cold light of day it no longer felt such a fun proposition - particularly for a woman who can't actually sing. But having committed myself thus far, my conscience told me it wouldn't be fair to just back out without warning. And on the plus side, if my vocal range was going to lend itself to any type of singing arrangement, naturally, it was going to be the Greek tragedy!
Moreover, at least I could console myself in the knowledge that I wasn't the only one nervous about what was to come. Oh yes, as we jumped into the car and headed out, it seemed my neighbours were also aware that they could be about about to make a complete show of themselves, too.
However, I don't know if it was the rhythm of the music that somehow made the rhythm of the words easier to pronounce, but you'll be pleased to know it wasn't long at all before each of us was singing along with the best of them. Not pitch perfect in a musical sense, of course, but we were certainly grammatically and linguistally correct - which wasn't bad to say we'd never even heard of Giorgos Dalaras or his rendition of Ola Kala prior to our arrival. In fact, it wasn't as if we'd ever even come across some of the words we were now melodically vocalizing, yet there we were committing them to memory... And having such fun with it!
So for anyone out there who fancies joining me in learning a new language, I'd definitely recommend having a go at learning it through song.