"Dude! JR's has KARAOKE - THIS THURSDAY!"
That Thursday just happened to be my birthday.
I'm kind of a shy girl. I don't really like being in front of a crowd and drawing attention to myself kind of freaks me out.
Believe me? Didn't think so. You bet I rounded up some of my girls and demanded they indulge my birthday wish!
Honestly, the idea of getting up on a stage in front of a room full of strangers and singing makes my heart happy. It's not even that I'm good at laughing at myself, it's mostly that I know two things have happened if I am singing karaoke:
1- I have had a lot to drink.
2- I am surrounded by friends who love attention and adoration as much as I do.
Both of those were the case on Thursday night.
The night started on Jaime's porch with Kim, Christina, the lovely Emily and her friend Rhonda. Emily and Rhonda went home to tend to babies and potential fire hazzards, so Christina, Jaime, Kim and I hit the rode like Abba. (Does that really apply? Abba?
Did they hit the road? Does it even make sense considering we were four girls and not two girls and two boys and we didn't wear white velour pant suits? Doesn't matter I guess, Abba is what struck me first, and let's face it, Abba is the epitome of rock and
JR's was mostly dead that night as most of Almonte was in Pakenham watching my birthday fireworks, er I mean the early Canada Day Celebration! That didn’t stop us from snagging a song list, which we later just started calling our "set list" and a huge
stack of song request sheets. The song suggestions were flying! All you could hear was:
"Oh, Wind Beneath My Wings! We gotta sing it! I love you guys so much!"
"Gypies, Tramps and Thieves! Shut the front door! Get your ass up and your Cher on! Let's lay our money downnnn!"
"Is it wrong to want to sing about afternoon delight at midnight!?"
"They have Defying Gravity! I call Glinda!"
And then we saw it.
The resounding "OH HELL YES!" sealed it.
Goodbye Earl it was.
And it was pur bliss.
Not only did we sing like goddess-like songbirds, we were talented and sexy and eloquent. We totally made love to those microphones. As soon as we were done we were met with demands of knowing where we had come from and suggestions that we hit the road
in a big pink bus.
Okay, so that last part isn't true. I've seen the video. We sounded like drunken miners and probably slurred and drooled more than we sang coherently. But who cares? We kicked that songs ass, made those mircophones our bitches and got told "You didn't
look like you were having fun AT ALL!"
Knowing that, admit it, you'd pay to see these chicks sing, right?