I'm taking a night off. Well not from here, but from drinking. I had too much fun last night and I need to relax for a time. Plus I can't afford to be carrying on like this anyway.
But what kind of journal entry would it be if I didn't clue you in to what kind of an ass I was last night. Here it is. Karakoe. I don't do it to often and last night I remebered why. First off when I'm drunk I can't remember the lyrics to songs. And don't tell me the words are on the screen, because that doesn't matter. So my friend Chris, of the hillbilly motorcross dared me to go up and sing Hotrod Lincoln which is an old rockabilly tune. Well, I wasn't gona do it alone so he came up there with me. Well the song started we forgot the pacing of the lyrics (it's pretty much spoken word) so we sat down on the stage real comfortable and talked about what the song was about. So here's the music playi9ng in the background, and there's chris and I bullshitting into the Mikes and having this conversation about the song, and other stuff I guess. All I know is we had the bar in tears. I didn't think it was funny, but apparently everyone else did. I don't really remeber what we said, but when we got to the end of the song I said, " Wait I know how it ends. " I proceeded to sing the last line of the song then we yelled out, " Thank you we'll be here all week," and then threw the microphones into the crowd. The karoke girl was not happy about that. She was less happy with my Shane Macgown of the Pouges renditon of Bon Jovi's " It's my life. " She turned the music off on me. I'm not sure if it was my gravelly Irish bellow, or the fact I kept taunting the crowd and calling them a bunch of fucking tossers. Either way I think it was a repression of my artistic freedoms. The girl's probably pissed that Chris and I pronounce karoke " Ka-row-key." which she also can't stand. Some people are too damn sensitive.
So tonight I'm taking it easy. I'm gonna lay low and finish reading my book. In fact I even posted more pics for y'all since I got the scanner to work. I'm such a nice guy.
Anyway here's a couple of questions:
1) If you had one karaoke song you could sing what would it be and why?
2) Do you think you behave bady if you've had too much to drink? If so, what was the occasion, or the incident that resulted.
G'night folks, I'll be here all week.
But what kind of journal entry would it be if I didn't clue you in to what kind of an ass I was last night. Here it is. Karakoe. I don't do it to often and last night I remebered why. First off when I'm drunk I can't remember the lyrics to songs. And don't tell me the words are on the screen, because that doesn't matter. So my friend Chris, of the hillbilly motorcross dared me to go up and sing Hotrod Lincoln which is an old rockabilly tune. Well, I wasn't gona do it alone so he came up there with me. Well the song started we forgot the pacing of the lyrics (it's pretty much spoken word) so we sat down on the stage real comfortable and talked about what the song was about. So here's the music playi9ng in the background, and there's chris and I bullshitting into the Mikes and having this conversation about the song, and other stuff I guess. All I know is we had the bar in tears. I didn't think it was funny, but apparently everyone else did. I don't really remeber what we said, but when we got to the end of the song I said, " Wait I know how it ends. " I proceeded to sing the last line of the song then we yelled out, " Thank you we'll be here all week," and then threw the microphones into the crowd. The karoke girl was not happy about that. She was less happy with my Shane Macgown of the Pouges renditon of Bon Jovi's " It's my life. " She turned the music off on me. I'm not sure if it was my gravelly Irish bellow, or the fact I kept taunting the crowd and calling them a bunch of fucking tossers. Either way I think it was a repression of my artistic freedoms. The girl's probably pissed that Chris and I pronounce karoke " Ka-row-key." which she also can't stand. Some people are too damn sensitive.
So tonight I'm taking it easy. I'm gonna lay low and finish reading my book. In fact I even posted more pics for y'all since I got the scanner to work. I'm such a nice guy.
Anyway here's a couple of questions:
1) If you had one karaoke song you could sing what would it be and why?
2) Do you think you behave bady if you've had too much to drink? If so, what was the occasion, or the incident that resulted.
G'night folks, I'll be here all week.
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catiedid:
i have noticed that and it is an odd little quirk of ours. almost as if we want everyone to see our conversations. appeals to the voyeur in me 
catiedid:
i am off to fix dinner. have a fantastic evening!