When I was in grad school, a few friends and I discovered something very very good was going on at a local dive bar every Wednesday night.
What was this thing, you ask? Just a little gift from God called... karaoke.
OK. This was more than just something we did every once in a while. This was an all-out addiction, starting at 9 pm and ending anywhere between 2 and 4 am. We also had jobs, and early morning classes, but were a lot younger then, and it was just impossible to leave karaoke. It grew and grew, and we made lots of friends.
Karaoke is even part of the reason Mr. Bossy and I are together, as he was a regular patron of this bar as well. One night he was asked to be a judge of the monthly contest they had there. This particular night was an '80s contest. Some of the people came decked out in full costume, knowing what they were going to sing, and did a great job. I wasn't planning to enter, as country karaoke is my genre of choice, but I decided to just sing for the fun of it. I wasn't wearing a costume, wasn't really giving it my all... but somehow I won.
Turns out Mr. Bossy (who was also Mr. Inebriated) liked me, and wanted me to win. I didn't know him at the time, really, and we didn't start dating until several months later, but that's where it began.
You might also be interested to know that the karaoke DJ wouldn't let me win because the judges were too drunk to make a fair decision. Ah, romance.
Anyway, for a variety of reasons we stopped going there (after 2 years) and they no longer do karaoke. I haven't done karaoke in over 5 years, and I miss it. A lot. Every time I hear the song that was my "signature" song, I get all excited and nostalgic at the same time.
BUT.
A couple of weeks ago, my dear friend and partner in karaoke crime sent me a text message that said another local pub was starting up karaoke, and on FRIDAY NIGHTS.
Nothing could have given me greater pleasure, and Friday is the perfect night for me. It starts tonight, and you can bet your ass we'll be there with bells on. I am so excited, it's all I can think about. I'll be sure to let you know how it goes.
What was this thing, you ask? Just a little gift from God called... karaoke.
OK. This was more than just something we did every once in a while. This was an all-out addiction, starting at 9 pm and ending anywhere between 2 and 4 am. We also had jobs, and early morning classes, but were a lot younger then, and it was just impossible to leave karaoke. It grew and grew, and we made lots of friends.
Karaoke is even part of the reason Mr. Bossy and I are together, as he was a regular patron of this bar as well. One night he was asked to be a judge of the monthly contest they had there. This particular night was an '80s contest. Some of the people came decked out in full costume, knowing what they were going to sing, and did a great job. I wasn't planning to enter, as country karaoke is my genre of choice, but I decided to just sing for the fun of it. I wasn't wearing a costume, wasn't really giving it my all... but somehow I won.
Turns out Mr. Bossy (who was also Mr. Inebriated) liked me, and wanted me to win. I didn't know him at the time, really, and we didn't start dating until several months later, but that's where it began.
You might also be interested to know that the karaoke DJ wouldn't let me win because the judges were too drunk to make a fair decision. Ah, romance.
Anyway, for a variety of reasons we stopped going there (after 2 years) and they no longer do karaoke. I haven't done karaoke in over 5 years, and I miss it. A lot. Every time I hear the song that was my "signature" song, I get all excited and nostalgic at the same time.
BUT.
A couple of weeks ago, my dear friend and partner in karaoke crime sent me a text message that said another local pub was starting up karaoke, and on FRIDAY NIGHTS.
Nothing could have given me greater pleasure, and Friday is the perfect night for me. It starts tonight, and you can bet your ass we'll be there with bells on. I am so excited, it's all I can think about. I'll be sure to let you know how it goes.