Last night was my last Tuesday Night Karaoke With Wendy.
It passed quickly, which is either indicative of how much fun I had (the amount of which surpassed the weight of a herd of T-Rexes on Jupiter) or Wendy's reluctance to start karaoke without Ron and Randy being there right at the beginning. Both are probably true.
Clint came with two CDs full of downloaded karaoke songs, most of which I would have loved to sing. I chose "Octopus's Garden" by the Beatles because it made me the happiest. I made requests for Clint to sing "Born to Run," Jared to sing "The Lady is a Tramp," and Aaron to sing "Come to Papa." Due to the enormous volume of patrons, however, the only one that happened was the first.
I sipped two Bloody Marys full of vegetables while Randy sang "The One," Jason sang "New York State of Mind," and Max sang "Your Song."
I bought Justin a drink in exchange for him singing "Other Side," convinced Liz put in a song, and hated myself for perpetuating all that "You just have to sing!" crap which I despise.
I never had time to step outside. I never got to talk to Gina, Ron's wife, and tell her I was leaving in a week.
Jared, Aaron, and Clint collaborated on "Hey Jude." It's one of my favorite memories.
I put down "New York, New York" to be my second song despite the potential cheese factor, but due to a special request from Dereck, Wendy changed it to "Don't Stop Believing."
Karaoke in Kirksville is strange. It becomes a cultish habit. I feel particularly queasy at the moment for even devoting a post to a topic so shallow as this, even more so for actually listing the songs. I don't know why it's such a big deal other than that it's an excuse to socialize on a weekday and this condition is recognized among my immediate aquaintances; I don't know why I've gone almost every week for the past two and a half years and it's become a ritual steadfast enough to make plans around, other than that for every night that is gratingly lame, there is one that becomes a warm beery haze or laughing stumbles to my apartment afterwards. But like everything else, for better or worse, I'll miss it when it's gone.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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So it seems that I've stumbled upon your blog and decided to give it a skim. (I feel like such a stalker.)
I hope New York is agreeing with you... it sounds as though it is.
This is odd, but thank you for doing all that "you have to sing" "crap" and for convincing me to come to karaoke to say goodbye. That was my first night at karaoke and it's strange but it's the thing I most routinely look forward to each week. So thank you.
I wish I'd gotten to know you better before you'd left. I guess our timing was just a little off, but I'm sure there's a reason. However, I do hope I get to see you when you return on the 6th! That would make me quite happy. :)
Liz
So it seems that I've stumbled upon your blog and decided to give it a skim. (I feel like such a stalker.)
I hope New York is agreeing with you... it sounds as though it is.
This is odd, but thank you for doing all that "you have to sing" "crap" and for convincing me to come to karaoke to say goodbye. That was my first night at karaoke and it's strange but it's the thing I most routinely look forward to each week. So thank you.
I wish I'd gotten to know you better before you'd left. I guess our timing was just a little off, but I'm sure there's a reason. However, I do hope I get to see you when you return on the 6th! That would make me quite happy. :)
Liz
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