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March 02, 2006

With My Very Eyes

Oh. My. Goodness. The things I saw tonight. So fitting were they of Kay's Crazy Crap that I feel as though perhaps I should call her, relay everything to her and let her post it all.

It all started with monthly girls night, masterminded by Melissa, and participated in by many. Though she blatantly excluded me from all except the first, I am now apparently back in the worthy zone and was invited to this month's event (MELISSA, I'M TOTALLY KIDDING :)). We went to Llywelyn's Pub in the Central West End. Because there were TWENTY of us, they sat us upstairs where they warned us "karaoke starts at 9pm." They obviously don't know us. Well, they obviously don't know me.

The karaoke guy arrives, sets up, and I believe, senses he's about to lose the one table upstairs and asks if we mind if he starts karaoke early. We don't. A good time is had by all - B 52s. Thriller, the ususal supets, and then... other people start to come upstairs. This is where it all goes wrong... or right... I will never be sure.

The first sign that we've entered an alternate universe is a duet by two guys who most possibly are grad students at Wash U, perhaps studying, maybe, economics. They sing some hip-hop song that I don't know. Something about "your behind" and "gettin' down." I am shocked, and I know not what to say.

This is followed by a guy (not with their group) who speaks english maybe. He reminds me of someone who might be an extra on Bali H'ai in the movie South Pacific. LIT-ER-A-LY. He sings James Brown - "I Feel Good." I cannot do justice in writing what went on here. Find someone who was there, and ask them to reinact. That's really the best I can do. But as he left the "stage," he let his shirt fall and flexed his muscles for the girls in the front row. No, really.

Then, a woman who said she was a surfer in the 60s (take that mental picture and run - fast) got up to sing "catch a wave and you're sittin' on top of the world." Complete with shout out to surfers in the 60s at the end (with the prerequisite fist raising, showing us her belly button).

Then, the piece de resistance, another grad studen type gets up, and sings some slow R&B jam about takin' it slow, takin' off clothes, et cetera. And he played to girls in the audience as though he were perhaps, LL Cool J. LL Cool J he was NOT. But props for the attitude. Props for the attitude.

I couldn't take anymore after this, and took my leave, only to be lured back by the karaoke guy starting a Luther song (was it Luther?). Once that was over, I _truly_ left, even though the original grad student duo was up, about to sing "I Had the Time of My Life." Lucky me, I COULD HEAR IT FROM THE STREET, LOUD AND CLEAR. I almost went back and told them all that anyone driving the block was hearing the madness, but then, I didn't :).

Lots and lots of madness I tell you - though all of this from a 31 year old woman who can be seen wearing a chococat watch. So there you go.

No AI guys watching tonight. I'll catch up tomorrow after the show (going to see "Relativity" at the Black Rep). Here's Ordinary Whirled's recap if you need it now :).

Posted by nikl at March 2, 2006 12:32 AM

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