Thursday nite out
Karaoke?
Not for me. At least not yet. I even scare myself when I sing in the car. I stick to emulating a plaintiff and whiny Robert Smith of The Cure. The Cure is fun to wail in the car. Way back when, seems like eons ago, Tim, my college roommate and I considered lip-syncing in a contest to The Cure’s “Hot, Hot, Hot.” The closest we got to that silly idea was wearing eye liner, lipstick and some Goth garb for Halloween.
Anyway… met Kyle and Brian at JT Maxies for a cycling geek outing orchestrated by Heather and several reminder evites. (Sorry the photo is a little fuzzy, I didn’t want to get all paparazzi on you, Heather, with the flash!) It was good to catch up with K & B. I haven’t seen them since last year. I also met Jenn and a couple, Earl and Theresa who live pretty close to me, somewhere around Porters Corners.
So I had a good time, didn’t stay out too late–don’t want to tax the slightly rundown body too much. Which, by the way, is better, less scratchy throat, more nasally mucous. I should be good by tonight.
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OMG haha that picture scared me when it popped up hahahaha.
Right Karaoke, dang that is hard and ohhhhhhhhhhh I can clear a room on the first note!!!!!! I can sing along in the car when it’s just mama and I. She is good with it, but then again her hearing isn’t 100% so I know I won’t scare her.
Glad to hear you are feeling better, but hey it can’t be somewhat, get to feeling totally better, k?
I prefer to belt out Red Hot Chili Peppers. Anthony Keidis is so incomprehensible in some songs I can make the words up as I go along.
Thanks for the mucus update.
I definitely do NOT do karaoke! I did it once and OMG, it was a disaster!
Give in to the fever, Kurt. The Karaoke.fever. The Cure needs to be wailed about in bars. Let loose the excitement.