Wednesday Jul 28, 2004

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Kareoke with the crew wasn't that much fun. 20 people show up & i know half of them, the other half belong to my sister's new love. Out of all these people, I'm the only person singing. I cracked under the pressure and my voice went sour. I went back to my seat and no one said anything to me except for C.J. who is constantly spewing kindness. But I had to wait over an hour to sing in the first place and this place is soo boring, Kareoke bars should ban the singing of long, slow, boring ballads like "The Rose" by Bette Midler. I met my sister's new love interest and I don't understand it., my sister is hot and anyone would agree with me on that. Her new "friend" reminds me of a chubby Billy Corgan, This is shocking becasue he's nothing like the guys my sister usually dates, they're usually hot. We went to dinner afterwards and there was no conversation he looked so shy and nervous, like a possum. Something isn't right here. If my sister's happy that's great but it's strange
candide:
I once sang Bad Religion's song I Want to Conquer the World at a kareoke night. Not one person was sitting in their seats while I was singing...mostly because they were walking out the door biggrin
pensquare:
Once upon a visit to one of those "classy" karaoke joints in Newport Beach, I stumbled upon Fuel by Metallica. Not that I'm a huge fan, but I know the song, and everything else was written by androids like Cher and various American Idol graduates. The yuppy version, apparently, is played at aboot 12 bpm. So I sang it like a lounge singer.

That cusses.

A lot.

It was the forst time I'd ever witnessed an invocation of the "We Reserve The Right To Refuse Service To Anyone" sign.

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