Karaoke Madness (week 17)
Last Friday my cousin Delilah turned 30. For the occasion she chose to gather everyone together at Grandma's. Not the house of a little old lady who is our Grandma, but Grandma's restaurant and karaoke bar. She is a regular there. It was a lot to take in, my first karaoke bar experience. I don't think I could ever assimilate into the karaoke culture. Too much of a smoky, drunken, off key situation. I gave my cousin a box of 72 mini tubes of toothpaste.
Here is my summary of the evening. Rockin' Raymond plays the blow-up guitar while people sing, intense. The DJ plays maracas and the tambourine. I wanted someone to sing the monkees theme song, preferably someone who was drunk, no luck. If I had been drunk I would have sung the theme song to Gilligan's Island. Delilah had about 10 drinks. Lots of bad singing, but my cousin sings well, until maybe the 8th drink. The observation of another non-drunk person: Drunk people talk about how they are drunk and then they start telling everyone how much they love them. They start kissing everyone too. I ate cake. Overstimulation. Gambling evaluation and reduction program brochures are available with the keno sheets. Alcohol doesn't have a meniscus like water. I goes the other way, like a reverse meniscus. My cousin Chip and I observed this phenomenon in an abandoned drink, laying our heads on the table and staring. It is funny when the drunk people lose their drinks. No one asked me for ID, I look like I'm 20, maybe. Asthmatic is using her inhaler, the smothering comforter of smoke must be getting the best of her. Burnin' Ring of Fire and PBR.
I can think of 837 better ways to spend my evening, but it was her birthday, so what can you do?
Last Friday my cousin Delilah turned 30. For the occasion she chose to gather everyone together at Grandma's. Not the house of a little old lady who is our Grandma, but Grandma's restaurant and karaoke bar. She is a regular there. It was a lot to take in, my first karaoke bar experience. I don't think I could ever assimilate into the karaoke culture. Too much of a smoky, drunken, off key situation. I gave my cousin a box of 72 mini tubes of toothpaste.
Here is my summary of the evening. Rockin' Raymond plays the blow-up guitar while people sing, intense. The DJ plays maracas and the tambourine. I wanted someone to sing the monkees theme song, preferably someone who was drunk, no luck. If I had been drunk I would have sung the theme song to Gilligan's Island. Delilah had about 10 drinks. Lots of bad singing, but my cousin sings well, until maybe the 8th drink. The observation of another non-drunk person: Drunk people talk about how they are drunk and then they start telling everyone how much they love them. They start kissing everyone too. I ate cake. Overstimulation. Gambling evaluation and reduction program brochures are available with the keno sheets. Alcohol doesn't have a meniscus like water. I goes the other way, like a reverse meniscus. My cousin Chip and I observed this phenomenon in an abandoned drink, laying our heads on the table and staring. It is funny when the drunk people lose their drinks. No one asked me for ID, I look like I'm 20, maybe. Asthmatic is using her inhaler, the smothering comforter of smoke must be getting the best of her. Burnin' Ring of Fire and PBR.
I can think of 837 better ways to spend my evening, but it was her birthday, so what can you do?
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