Ahh, weekend...I made some bad karaoke decisions, as well as some vegan food, and, after all together too much effort, some cd labels for poor Kara. Documentation...
Kara sang her wee heart out and was the hit of the evening. I think this is probably a professional hazard for her, what with being a singer by trade. She can also play the air guitar, which I don't think is on her resume.
Kara wasn't the only person singing, of course. Mr. Hype did favor us with a song, as did dear Corey and even Mr. Pink himself.
We enjoyed the beers and vodkas , and after enough of those, I too sang a little song. It was, unlike my passionate renditions of said song in the car, a bit low for me and I found myself weirdly paralyzed by karaoke panic...especially weird for someone who was a drama major in college.
But I will make better choices in the future, lesson learned, no more Liz Phair!
Then there was the 2 day odyssey of trying to print out Kara's cd labels, God those fucking cd labels. She's sending them out to agents and they need to look pretty for job-getting. 
They wouldn't print right, no matter what we did, and believe me, we did everything. Poor Zach and Corey, we invaded their house and went through about 50 different attempts.
They did finally print out, mostly perfectly, and now we can take credit for her impending superstardom.
It was a good weekend, we miss her terribly already.
YAY! so much fun this weekend. why does it have to end?
Posted by: zach | February 21, 2006 at 09:56 AM
wow - corey? smoking? again? your weekend was comparable to mine - though there was no karaoke. but much drinking.
Posted by: somethingclever | February 21, 2006 at 10:30 AM
what, no song list!
xox
Posted by: Erin | February 21, 2006 at 03:43 PM
Well, if you insist:
Kara - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman, Hit Me With Your Best Shot
Mr. Pink - Like A Rolling Stone (obviously he did not need the words, which is precisely how I heckled him, ha) and he was waiting around to sing Take The Skinheads Bowling but it didn't come up before we left
Zach - I Touch Myself (!!!)
Corey - some Depeche Mode song which I already forget!
Me - Fuck and Run, aka the great karaoke mistake, though the older Smithies loved it (Liz Phair fixation never dies, it just starts wearing ironic knee socks)
This one guy sang Get Low, which is, I hear, some hip-hop song the kids today are listening to, and I was shocked -- SHOCKED! -- by the lyrics about sweaty balls!
Posted by: Sarah | February 21, 2006 at 03:58 PM