DANCE DANCE

Friday night I had my first Karaoke experience. I was excited, but I was being the designated driver, so I wasn't really planning on going up and singing. I get pretty bad stage fright, which is one of the reasons that I never auditioned for any of the plays in high school. Besides, I think Karaoke is a event that works best when intoxicated. Not just me, but mostly the people who have to endure my singing.

I was planning on working up some courage and finally going up to sing towards the latter portion of the evening, but my mood was RUINED when a drunken native decided it would be a good idea to continuously hit my arm, cop a feel and tell me to "MAKE IT HAPPEN." That wasn't the first time I was groped by a strange man, but this definitely made me feel dirty. I wanted to go home and take a shower. He was eventually kicked out of the bar, but managed to make his way back inside another two or three times. At this point, I just wanted to sit their, with my arms crossed over my chest and frown for the remainder of the evening. Buuuuuut instead of being a Debby Downer, I made my best attempt to not look like a depressed middle ager.

I decided I wasn't going to sing at all. I couldn't settle on a song and it was nervewracking. And then someone who had to leave before they could perform (KYLIE >:( ) decided to tell everyone that I had to be the one who took over and sang their song.

When I heard the DJ call my name I'm pretty sure I had a mini heartattack. Thankfully Heather D. was gracious enough to make the beginning a Heather duet so I was able to relax a little bit. So, I sang Rebel Yell, and I felt like a fool. But at least my karaokee virginity is gone. Along with my sense of security at Blue Quill Pub. haha