I’d like to start by saying that from here on in, I will be using the term “you painted maypole” as an insult. This is something I’m reviving and I’m expecting it to catch on like wildfire. If it was good enough for Old English, it can be good enough for 2007.
Secondly, I’d like to say that karaoke is the source of all good things in the world. If you doubt me, best believe I have scientific evidence to back it up. Last night, after a long and exhausting day, I somehow scrounged up enough energy to get dressed in something other than pajamas and headed to Humphrey’s for an excursion. I really just wanted to take a nap. Then spend a miserable evening mourning my pathetic existence. It was just one of those nights, you know?
But, instead, I went because I said I would, and some friends of mine were expecting me, and I’m a total pushover. I don’t know how to say no. This time, that turned out to be a good thing! They put me on a three step healing process.
1- I partook of yummylicious warm apple cobbler and vanilla ice cream.
2- I sang one of my all time favorite songs, Bathwater by No Doubt.
3- We made a bunch of ridiculous references to the Wedding Singer, starring the ingenious Adam Sandler.
My friend Jose kept suggesting he go up and do a heart rending (if not hilarious) rendition of “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?” a la the movie. And he kept breaking out into song at the table at random moments! This continued through our apple martinis, potato skins, fried ice cream and nachos.
Every once in a while, between singers, I’d hear a whispery, “Give me tiimmmeee….” 😀 And of course, I’d break into a fit of uproarious laughter.
I heard some karaoke favorites. Some really great 80s music. All that was missing was Madonna. I think my next trip, I’ll sing some retro Madonna, along the vein of Borderline or Material Girl. And some Pat Benatar. Just cause I can. *evil snicker* Man, it was so much fun.
On another random note, I can’t believe tomorrow’s friday. And although I’m psyched about seeing my twin… yes, I’m talking to you my little Roma… I can’t believe I’ll have to go back to work on Monday. *le sigh* This week flew by. Oh well. It’s the Peabody Museum and a pit stop for ice cream. Can’t really complain.