"Aaaaaaaaah, pussy control!" (For those of you unfamiliar with the lyrics to this gem of a diddy, feel free to brush up.) Just when I thought that it couldn't get any funnier...
Except that there weren't any sad "you broke my heart" type songs because all of the guests pretty much wanted to sing romantic love ballads to celebrate the marriage!
Then I sang. By the serious, woeful look in my eyes, I know that I must have sang about the tragic tale of Ricky's life-long incarceration at the age of 18 after having accidentally shot his friend in a drunken wild night. (For any of you who didn't grow up in NJ or are under the age of 30, I'm talking about Skid Row's epic ballad, 18 and Life.
I also finally got to sing karaoke with Kimi! I met her in passing at a party back when I was living in San Francisco (back when she was a blonde!) and we finally got to hang out after I ran into her after she'd moved to NYC!
Check out our scary eyes: They're glowing ike the metal on the edge of a knife. (Too bad I just realized I made that same joke about singing the same song almost 5 years ago. Jeez, maybe it's time I started picking out some new karaoke jams).
So we were so totally caught up in making faces that we pretty much forgot about karaoke at least until a professional Frank Sinatra impersonator hit the stage and busted out some Frank.
Not only did he sound spot-on, he even looked a WHOLE lot like him. It was like being in the room with Ol' Blue Eyes himself (you know, except with a whole lot less-women being beat-up).
As soon as they were finished singing, Gurj immediately whipped out the book to find another song to put in. She ended up going with Gwen Stefani's Holla Back Girl because during the chorus we all get to shout "Because I ain't no holla back....GURJ!" Hahahaha. After songs were selected, there was nothing to do but listen to other people sing, drink our drinks and, oh yeah...
So after a few songs, the band, (who I've since found out is called Drunk Uncle Bob) took a break. I pulled the singer aside and this time I managed to convince him to let me sing a song! Then after he agreed to let me do it, it almost didn't happen because I didn't know most of the songs in the bands repertoire. In the end I managed to convince him that I sorta knew the words to My Own Worst Enemy by Lit and that I'd be able to wing it. Check out the singer's expression: totally annoyed because I'm messing up the words. Hahah.
You sign up for a song and then when it's your turn to sing, the microphone cord can be slid down this guided-track type thingy to make sure it can reach any seat! It was incredible!
