Last night I decided to drag myself out of the house for some social interaction before I turned into one of those crazy shut-ins with a bunch of cats and her ass organically fused to the couch.  OK, the likelihood of that happening is slim; I’m allergic to cats. But I do have a new fish!  I named him Bill.  Anyway, what was I talking about?  Oh!

So, I sent a last-minute tweet saying I was going to be at the Lamplighter last night, and Daniel (who may consider having his iPhone surgically affixed – hee!) sent me a text that he and Richard were going to “get cute” and meet me there. That was a nice surprise! 

I’d arrived just a few minutes before they did and had really only intended to go out for an hour or two, but we ended up staying until like 1am! I had no idea it was so late, but we were having a good time. I sang a bunch of times, though it wasn’t my finest night of song choices.  I did “A Fine Romance”, but it was a duet version, which threw me, so I stumbled and lost the melody. I bailed out about half way through.  Thank god you can do that in karaoke! Song sucks?  You can easily be replaced by some schmo gyrating to “Livin’ on a Prayer”.  No worries.

Because it was so noisy in there, my throat is shot today.  I sound like Kathleen Turner. That seems to happen every time I go out to sing now, which tells me I need to practice at home a bit more, even warm up. I feel so hoity toity saying that about karaoke, but I don’t want to end up one of those people you hear sing and you think, “Wow, she sounds like she had a really good voice once…”

I sang a few other tunes which were feh.  I don’t think I was really feeling it last night, nor was the crowd, really. Not for me, really. Except for this one girl… she was enthusiastic.  When I got off the stage and sat down, she shoved the book in my face, “Sing another one! Sing another one! Sing it! Go on! Put it up there!  Sing this one! Sing that one! Wow, you can really sing. I wish I had your talent!” And on and on and on and on… It was really sweet and I was very flattered, but holy hell, woman!  Step away from the Red Bull and vodka. 

Then she got up there and belted out “At a Medium Pace” by Adam Sandler.  With feeling.

I had such a good time with Daniel and Richard. They’re so much fun.   And I got to see chickrawker a bit, too, which was nice. I’ve not seen her in forever… she sang a few songs as well. It was Monster Ballad Monday.  Had I known, I would have dug up something from my junior high days.  Extreme?  Sheriff?  Maybe next week…