bad idea jeans

Went out with B last night to karaoke. Last week we showed up waaay too early, so we thought we'd be clever this time and go to the Joyce beforehand for a couple of warm-up pints. They were just finishing up trivia when we got there and it was VERY LOUD. This drunk couple (with 4 year old son in tow at 10pm nice) stumbles up to us and says, "Name 5 shuttle missions in NASA history--we need help." I almost didn't know where to begin, but decided to avoid a possible confrontation by feebly offering up, "Um, Apollo?" And the drunk guy yells at me, "That was a rocket, not a SHHHHHHUTTLE!!" Asshole! I envisioned them crashing their car in a ditch, not an unrealistic scenario--but then felt bad because of the kid. He has no idea what's going on, poor guy.

Shit. Any segueway from this seems shallow. Okay, Moms and Dads: don't drink and drive. Everybody else, it's ok.

Anyway, we showed up at karaoke and it was PACKED. But not cool packed. Like a lot of boys in visors and low-slung shorts. As B would say, a sausage factory. People were singing shit like I Touch Myself. Not good. B wasn't pleased at the girl/guy ratio. But he's a quantitative thinker. I, being qualitative, wasn't thrilled either. But touting my skills as a wingwoman, I got B talking to this cute girl. . . who quickly mentions her boyfriend of 4 years, whereupon B begins kicking me under the table. I thought she was cool, though--new to town, no friends etc. She could hang with us, make new friends, I like doing shit like that. I'm a giver.

We moved outside, where an impromptu impression session broke out. Drunk Stu did the worst. Sean Connery. ever. It was so bad, I made B do Christopher Walken again so I could wash the horror out of my brain. I wasn't going to, but I got so caught up that I unleashed my Jimmy Stewart. Tight, polite smiles. Crickets chirping. Fuckers.

Went home too late, got up too late, arrived at work too late. But then boss says she's leaving half-day! Which means I can skate pretty early too! And it's Friday! And tonight is K's birthday bash! And my car is ready to be picked up! And I have a date tomorrow!

In all seriousness, I'm a very lucky girl. Thanks, God! You're the best!