Friday, November 14, 2014
Amazingly enough, at my advanced age, I went to my first karaoke this past Wednesday, although perhaps it is not that farfetched because I really don't drink and the past few years as single dad have limited my entertainment schedule. And, no, I did not get up on stage and sing. I went with my friend Evelyn, who does sing, and after a nice dinner beforehand at a local Mexican place, she did her favorite Amy Winehouse (although they switched up the lyrics on her and that caused a glitch). Sitting on the low couch, watching the performers, I nursed my cider (one bottle for about three hours, which was pretty good). There were a few pretty good performances, but most of the folk were just happy to get up there and belt one out. Some of course were better than others. I think it is best a person does a song they really know, however, because if you stumble on an unfamiliar tune, it can throw the whole thing off. I was really impressed with one guy, who went by the stage name "Utah," who changed the lyrics and it was pretty humorous (I am told this is his regular deal and he won performer of the year, and I can understand why). Overall, I had a nice time and enjoyed it, though I don't know if I will go back any time soon. Not that I won't though. Just glad to get out and enjoy a little nightlife, knowing the boys can now take care of themselves.