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.
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!