And if touch me, you'll get SHOCKED (shocked shocked shocked)
Last night was karaoke. I hadn't been in a while, so I gave my friend Brendan a call KNOWING he would be there. He sounded really pleased that I wanted to come up, and I realized later that I don't know who he would have hung out with if I hadn't been there. Our circle of pals are just not god-fearing karaoke folk. Bren opened with his standard Eyes Without a Face by Mr. Idol--my friend Rob sitting next to me pointed out that he kind of sounds like Bill Murray ala SNL lounge singer, and he's right. I sang Don't Get Me Wrong by le Pretenders, which is fast becoming my signature song. I like it so. I kind of wish I would have more energy up there; it's weird, sometimes I get so nervous up there my legs start shaking. I mean it's effing KARAOKE, and I did theatre for almost 20 years. Freak.
On another note, going out with your guy friend alone probably backfires on the whole wingman theory.
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