I karaoked.
Yes, I did.
But first, let me tell you a little bit about the MeetUp.
About 20 men showed up.
And the only woman there was me.
Nice odds, eh?
Anyway, it was a sausage fest.
There I am, sitting at a table full of men, while someone GARGLED “Thunderstruck.”
Yes, he practically GARGLED the song.
It was wild!
So I get up to sing and discover that the lyrics are being projected to a screen across the room and ME WITHOUT MY GLASSES, I CAN’T READ THEM VERY WELL.
Needless to say, my performance didn’t go as planned.
I was pitchy.
Stiff.
I even started singing in harmony.
Thankfully it was over in less than 5 minutes.
But I’ll tell you this – I’m not going to win any awards for my performance.
I think I’m going to ditch “We Belong” as my karaoke song and find a new one.
“Dancing Queen” by ABBA.
Or “My Immortal” by Evanescence.
Truthfully I love “What’s Going On” by Four Non-Blondes, but I’m just not sure I could pull off such a powerful song.
That, and I have friends from Burning Man who PUT ME TO SHAME when they sing that song.
So there you have it, karaoke on a Wednesday night.
What could be more embarrassing?
I suppose naked karaoke.
That would be a sight!
Strip karaoke is a thing at Burning Man!
Of course it is. Why am I not surprised?!