What happens when you combine bloggers, booze and karoke?
You get one heck of a way to spend a Saturday evening, that's for sure.
I braved directions from Google Maps (our motto: no, really look at a real map before you try following ours) last night to attend the blogger May b'day/send
Aunt B to Boston party at the Lipstick Lounge. After going completely the wrong way, (again, thank you Google Maps), I arrived just in time for the fesititives to begin.
I can't and won't summarize the entire few hours I spent there...words alone cannot replicate the experience of the evening. But here a few of (my) highlights from the evening.
- Walking in, Kat Coble immediately challenged me to a throw-down over our "debate" on the season finale of Lost.
- She then challenged me to not mention my favorite TV show for an entire evening....which I didn't admit to her last night, but it was brought up in conversation to me. I tried to avoid it, really I did..
- Reuniting with the guy who helped me tear up carpet at elementary school last fall.
- Mrs. Jag trying to get me liquored up so she could take advantage of me. She was kind enough to play along with my really bad pick-up line even though she apparently knew the punch-line....
- Bad, Bad Ivy's attempts to pursuade me to be part of the "Love Shack" group sing-along (alas, I left before we were able to take stage...)
- Noticing the bachelerotte party that seemed to be having absolutely no fun at all--except when Slartifartfast brought down the house with his song.
- "Werewolves of London" as a group participation song...'nuff said.
- Aunt B informing me that she knew I was "on the low-down" dating another blogger in Nashville. Apparently this is so "low-down" that even I have no knowledge of who I am seeing. I'm beginning to wonder if my SPAM filter is set too high and I've filtered out her message along with all the other crap. Or maybe they're mixing up with some other Big Orange Michael who lives in the area....I'm annoyed because it threw the fragile relationship Mrs. Jag and I were building (wherein she buys me liquor) into a bit of a rocky patch, what with all the pereceived lying and such.
Anyway, it was a great time and I really enjoyed myself...and I think y'all had a better time without me getting up and doing any karoke. Trust me, the less I sing in public, the better it is....
posted by Michael Hickerson at 5/27/2007 01:06:00 PM |
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