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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Krazy Karaoke

Karaoke performed in perfect Japanese tradition: with plenty o' alcohol.

This past weekend Suz and I grabbed our friends Guy McDude and Krevin, and headed deep into the studenty realm of Waterloo for a night of drunken Karaoke. We joined forces with Suz's cousin Vicki and her guy, Ryan, first.

Before we headed out to the Silver Spur, Mr. McDude and myself enjoyed a high-scoring game of Baseball on the sweet Atari 2600. With a score of 27-15, we flipped it off, left the house, and headed over to the parking garage. Since it was after 10, the blast doors were down. Using our cunning, we snuck inside the barricaded garage and were able to spring one of our cars.

Ryan and I were the unfortunate ones who got locked inside. The doors were down, and we could not acquire another ticket to use for an escape. A quick phone call to the emergency number posted on the wall, and Ryan was able to set us free.

A few minutes later we rendezvous'd at the Spur and Krevin began pouring over the song lists. I didn't really notice what anybody else was doing, as I was distracted by all the flashing and glittering lights.

Yaaa!Vicki took the stage early and cranked out a super wicked No Doubt song: Sunday Morning. It's one of their most awesome songs for sure, and Vicki's version was kickass. I know when something is sung in a goodly manner because it makes my feet all tappy.

Not long after it was Krevin's turn to take the Karaoke stage. He sang a couple of songs, in some order that I'm not sure of, but at one point he did a slamming version of Better Man, which garnered my approval large. And that's saying a lot since I'm not typically an Alternative Music fan.

In between the good songs, there were a few jokers who vomited out horrific renditions of whatever songs they were attempting, making the good singers seem all the better. I took it all in, along with some nachos (Mmm, nachamos!) and potato skins (Mmm, taytamo skins!) for prices so rock bottom they were subterranean.

Slowly and slowly our table filled with beer bottles. Some were bought, some were singing prizes. The night went on and the Spur filled. Krevin showed us the pair of Wakestock tickets he won. Then Vicki scared us all by revealing her hidden talent. First she bent her thumbs back. Then she bent all her fingers sideways. Then, under her command, we all took turns playing with her thumbs.

It gave me the willy nillies, like when you chew on the sleeve of a cotton sweater and it squeaks. AAAAH! At least if her singing career doesn't take off, she can always join the Freak Show at the circus. Yowza!

10 Comments:

Blogger patti_cake said...

Whoah sounds like a SERIOUSLY good time was had by all!
I'm cringing at the thumbs/fingers thing.. ACK!

1:25:00 PM

 
Anonymous Buddy said...

Vicki's so crazy! :P

1:25:00 PM

 
Blogger Ham said...

I just got the chills. The rubbing styrofoam together chills. BAHHHHH!

And thre's nothing like a good karaoke session. I always end up singing back up b/c i'm tone deaf and am self-conscious of obliterating my self esteem on stage. But once in a while I'll get drunk enough to sing Sweet Child of Mine.

2:05:00 PM

 
Blogger ms. creek said...

karaoke nights usually end up as what i call "the freak show" but....to each their own! sounds like you really cut it loose and were the beer prizes because you guys did so well or because if they bought you a beer, told you to sit down, you wouldn't get back up again? lol

you never know!

try it at 9000 feet!
(we played guitar and drummed by our fire)

6:57:00 PM

 
Blogger Rainypete said...

That rocks. They tore down my favourite karaoke pit. Haven't found a suitable replacement yet.

7:43:00 PM

 
Blogger VicZan said...

I love how I look insane in all of the pictures :)

10:03:00 PM

 
Blogger VicZan said...

oh. and there's a wheel for prizes. Yes. a wheel. You drink. you sing. you spin.

10:05:00 PM

 
Blogger Chana said...

sounds like a wonderful fun night...and Vicky is most likely double jointed and why she can do stuff like that with her fingers..and trust me there is plenty of advantage to extra flexibility..i betcha you don't hear her beau complaining, lol.

i am too double jointed and love to freak people out with what my fingers can do...it's not gross, it's a talent i tell you...in elementary they say i was early for halloween, how rude eh?..

11:02:00 PM

 
Blogger Rowan said...

and i thought I was doing well just being able to cross all my fingers at once....guess not.

so, what did you sing?

2:09:00 PM

 
Blogger Martini said...

Me? I... um.... I had a bad case of the stageicus frighticus, and did not go up to sing.

3:16:00 PM

 

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