swingchickie | song sung blue... (Reply)

karaoke night was interesting. it was in a hotel bar, which is always such an odd mix of people... a few out-of-towners, a bunch of dental students drinking and shooting pool after their xmas party, a few locals thrown in for good measure. the singers ran the gamut from really good voice (my karaoke buddy) to painfully off-key and off-tempo, and i was somewhere in-between. i didn't completely suck, which felt good. and then there was the really, really drunk woman who thought it would be fun to change the lyrics of every song she did to "mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes..." ah yes, you can change the location, but the archetypes are the same.

my hormones, it seems, have decided to mutiny. there's a confusing chemistry developing with karaoke buddy, which can never come to fruition because he's dating several people at the moment, one of whom he thinks might be his soulmate. *sigh*. so, alas, it's not meant to be anything more than a friendship. my hormones decided to retaliate for my leading them on... i believe they had an emergency warroom meeting with whoever in there controls my appetite, because on the drive home i developed a positively violent craving for cheetos. i had to explain to them, as i licked orange dust off my fingers, that it is not a good idea to get back at me by doing something that would cause me to blow up like a balloon, and therefore be even less likely to get them taken care of. sheesh.

3am. time for beddy-bye. nite, everyone.