30 Days: Day 18
Wednesday was shaping up to be a quiet night around the house. I cozied up in front of the TV, awaiting a new episode of my favorite show, Veronica Mars, only to be highly ranckled by the repeat eppy. I mean, I sure did just wait 7 weeks to get three new shows? And I'll be waiting another three weeks to get the rest of the season's worth. Apparently dooming this show to failure is something the network (doomed itself) is interested in.
But freed from the shackles of Wednesday night television, I joined a few friends down at the South End Grille for some karaoke times. I wasn't sure whether I'd sing or not, but as night wore on and the cheap beer tasted sweeter, I put my name down for a song I'd never sung before. I decided that since everyone else was singing the angsty early-mid nineties alt-rock, I'd get my two cents in with some screaming girl music from the same era. Alas, my performance wasn't as well received as one would have hoped as most people looked on in something akin to horror/repulsion. I guess my audience just wasn't into angry chick rock even if a cute face was attached. After hearing Stone Temple Pilots and early Mariah Carey performed back to back and receiving roaring applause each time, I decided that the audience was clearly schizophrenic and had no idea what they wanted anyway. Or maybe just drunk. Anyway, it was really fun and I was pleased as punch with the adventure.
But freed from the shackles of Wednesday night television, I joined a few friends down at the South End Grille for some karaoke times. I wasn't sure whether I'd sing or not, but as night wore on and the cheap beer tasted sweeter, I put my name down for a song I'd never sung before. I decided that since everyone else was singing the angsty early-mid nineties alt-rock, I'd get my two cents in with some screaming girl music from the same era. Alas, my performance wasn't as well received as one would have hoped as most people looked on in something akin to horror/repulsion. I guess my audience just wasn't into angry chick rock even if a cute face was attached. After hearing Stone Temple Pilots and early Mariah Carey performed back to back and receiving roaring applause each time, I decided that the audience was clearly schizophrenic and had no idea what they wanted anyway. Or maybe just drunk. Anyway, it was really fun and I was pleased as punch with the adventure.
posted by CJ at 7:32 AM
1 Comments:
What did you sing, damn it all to hell?
You cant leave that sort of detail out, come on!
-e
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