Shake it, Baby

In my language class we have names that correspond to Spanish ones.  I easily segued to Maria.  Vincent was for those two hours Vincente, Bill became Guillermo, Connie was Constanza and so on.  An easy transition for the nine of us.  The woman sitting next to me was Candace, her new name Candida.  At break time four of us got to talking about the song by that name, and we tried to remember who sang it.  I looked it up on my phone and then of course we all remembered: Tony Orlando.  Candace asked if my phone could play it.  It did — and though none of us knew the verse part of the song, when it came to the chorus there we were, four sixty-something women belting out “Candida, we could make it together.  The further from here girl, the better,” at the top of our lungs.  One of the women was even getting in some pretty nifty dance moves between the rows of desks, when all of a sudden she stopped and said, “Hey. Isn’t Candida also the name of a yeast problem?”  The mood was broken.