Can't say no to karaoke
It's unfortunate really, that after a few drinks and lowered inhibitions that I just can't say no to demolishing an otherwise great song.
I had been out dress shopping, was dog tired, nerves on end but still had to go to a retirement party. I'm thinking we'd be in and out within a half hour.
But the beer kept being filled to the rim. And the body kept swaying to the beat. And the mouth kept singing along with familiar lyrics.
And before I knew it, I was up on stage with a mic in my hand singing Welcome to The Jungle...
Good times.
I had been out dress shopping, was dog tired, nerves on end but still had to go to a retirement party. I'm thinking we'd be in and out within a half hour.
But the beer kept being filled to the rim. And the body kept swaying to the beat. And the mouth kept singing along with familiar lyrics.
And before I knew it, I was up on stage with a mic in my hand singing Welcome to The Jungle...
Good times.
posted by tiny dancer | 4:21 PM
2 Comments:
Haaaaaah! Did you sing the song in a high screetchy voice? (Sheeshus, to have been there with you to hear it.)
I remember how stressful it was shopping for a wedding dress. I wanted to see how I looked in all of the dresses, but I didn't want to walk out into the store and have to stand on one of those pedestals. I like attention (but I don't). I like the limelight (but I don't).
Speaking of karoke: Julie and I once sang HOT CHILD IN THE CITY. I still remember how awful we sounded, but we had such a blast being up there on stage that we did an oncore! GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN! And the DJ at the club gave us a map of the city.
I wonder what Freud would think ...
I've always been scared of karaoke myself. I consider you one of the brave. :)
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