i heart karaoke

Last night after a fabulous dinner, which I will post about another time, we went to a bar and I sang karaoke. I didn't mean to, it just happened. And I loved it.

We didn't even know it was karaoke night at this bar. When we walked in there were about 10 people in the joint and almost everyone was taking turns singing. I leafed through the giant song book, but wasn't really considering singing. I even filled out a song form to quiet Steven, who was egging me on to sing (but wouldn't sing himself, scared-y cat). Finally the DJ pointed to us and announced to the whole bar that we were the only ones who hadn't sang yet. Since we were busted, I gave him the song I had written down and he called me up.

The song I chose was Mandy. Everyone else was singing Barry Manilow songs for some reason so I jumped on the bandwagon. And you know what? I did pretty good.

I totally blew it on the next song, however. Get Here by Oleta Adams is a hard song to sing and I fucked it up royally. Not because I didn't know the words, but because I was trying to sing like her. Yeah right.

The last song I did was Penny Lover by Lionel Richie. WTF? This isn't a particularly fun song to sing, but I did. And I blew that one too.

Steven will also sing next time. Mark.My.Words.