You know him, you love him. Ladies and gentleman, put your hands together and give a warm welcome to Chi-Chi's Mexican Mall Strip's very own, Music Man Jo-Jo Russell! (Yo, y'all may remember Jo Jo from entries like "Thanksgiving 2002," the good news is, his long-promised website is finally up and running!)
Candy and a friend doing a duet. See that girl in the background with her fist up in the air? Remember her! She's about to turn into the STAR of this entry!).
Right when we'd gotten to the bar, there were a few girls that came over to us because they could tell that we "weren't from around there." We chatted them up for awhile until we noticed that it was causing all of the guys in the room to give us the stinkeye. As the night pressed on and some of those guys started getting drunker and giving us the stink eye again, we decided it would probably be best to quit while we were ahead and call it a night. We snuck out right in the middle of a slow jam. Farewell, Coarse Gold!
...and refugee groupies from the 80s! Awwww, yeah! (This lady was awesome - she was totally all over Fatty. Fatty was laughing, but at the same time he was all nervous because she was there with a bunch of scary looking dudes. Check out how Fatty's all got his arms up in the air like "I'm not touching her, see? She is the one touching me!")
The wasabi got us all fiesty because the next thing you know, we'd driven 25 mintues to nearby Coarse Gold, CA in search of the legendary Friday night karaoke party we'd heard about from the locals. Yep, you heard me right. KARAOKE!
For some reason this is the only pic I have of Grant singing...see him there in the background? Look carefully, I know it's hard to see him behind the group of people who actually got up out of their seats and started doing a FUCKING KICKLINE to the end of his incredible rendition of Frank's "New York, New York." (People from California got up and kicklined to "New York, New York" sung by a Brit. Think about that.)
After a few stiff drinks, our fawn-lashed friend finally had enough liquid courage in him to get up on stage and pop his cherryoke (pronounced to rhyme with karaoke).
Emily and Bevery Chase (Class Wit '95). I'm using Bev's full name here with the hopes that any time some one googles her name, the whole "Class Wit" thing will show up next to it.
Christina Alessi is hands down one of the best singer's I've ever heard. She literally silenced the crowd with her fucking amazing version of Skid Row's "18 & Life." (Which in trying to follow in her footsteps has since become a karaoke staple of mine).
Miye wasn't ready to brave the karaoke stage solo, so I helped ease her on in by teaming up for a duet. She spent more time sucking down her drink than she did singing.
With Leila having left the stage to get back her make out, Sid was forced to break out the big guns in order to hold the audience's attention. That's right: COSTUME TIME! He enlisted Dan to be his lil' Meg White and represented with a kick-ass version of The White Stripes' "Fell In Love With A Girl."
...summon Leila back up onstage to accompany him with some "rock slut" dancing during his amazing version of the classic Mr. Big metal ballad "To Be With You."
Leila took a quick break from her make out sesh to writhe and gratuitously cup her breasts next to me on stage while I sang. Thanks for that, hon. Motley Crue karaoke just isn't the same without a girl on the stage touching herself and shimmying suggestively.
Trouble Twins: The Duet. Actually, come to think of it, I don't even think they sang at all - mostly they just danced all drrrrrty up in each others' booties.
Having failed to properly woo Chiara, Ed bought the entire bar three more rounds of shots (I'm not kidding, he really did) and then tried his schtick all over again on Leila.
And then suddenly, the shots got the better of Leila and she started getting all fresh with Ed - tugging at his luggage and whatnot (The momentary look on confusion on Ed's face as he tried to figure out if she kidding around or not quickly turned to indifference as he realized "Hey, either way some cute chick's tugging at my carrot.") Then, just as Leila was about to give Ed some full-on mouth kissing, Chira shut things down with a strategically placed hand.
Then his pants. Somewhere along the lines a sailor hat, a life saver and an egg beater (yep, see it stuck down the front of his pants there?) entered the mix.
After Lit, I headed over to Nolita Tavern for some Sid & Buddy karaoke action where I bore witness to my man Kyle fall victim to one of the most outrageous girlie-attacks I've ever seen. First they stripped his shirt.
Monday November 10th marked the official end of my two and a half years of employment at Spring Street Networks, an online dating company that I left nerve.com to help get off the ground. I had been talking to my boss about leaving for a while, but when I got back from vacation, things came to head sooner than I expected and I found myself a free agent. (Don't worry, don't worry - after five months of traveling and goofing off, I've since taken a new job).
So a little after 1am we cut out of the Kingly Club and headed over to the "sushi bar." The place was closed, but the door was open. We walked in an were greated by a Japanese guy who eyed us suspiciously. I took the lead, "We're hear for the, ummm, you know" as I nodded my head knowingly in the direction of the 2nd floor. He played dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about." So I gave him the ol' reassuring "Of course you know what I'm talking about" smile with another vigorous, knowing nod towards upstairs.
He considered us for a few seconds and then turned around and looked toward another guy who'd appeared in the back of the restaurant. The man in the back gave him a single nod, and suddenly, a curtain was whisked back to reveal a stairway. The 2nd floor! We'd been granted access! Here's Grizzle kicking off the karaoke festivities with some Bowie.
Unless I can see the words on the monitor, I have no idea what anybody's singing in any of these pictures - so I'm just going to make it up. Here's Chris singing "Losing My Religion" by R.E.M.
Candy's so good at Karaoke that everytime she sings I get all excited and when I get excited I just start snapping tons of pictures. So I have all these pictures of Candy looking like this, just all relaxed and singing. Yeah.
Here's Jamie singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" - and somewhere in the middle of the song, someone just handed me the most memorable children's toy in recent years...The Giant Hulk Fist.
...then over to Matt who proceeded to use it to get his Hulk-jerk on. After that, the line had pretty much been crossed and no one wanted to wear it anymore. Hulk-jerk? I mean, come on.
What's better than one Choi? TWO CHOIS! (But please keep in mind, it's still pronounced "choy" even though it looks all French and makes you want to say "Schwa!") That's right, Laurie's little sister (and local NYU student) Jen is actually seen here earning herself bonus points in my book for busting out the robot whilst rocking the karaoke mic.
Yep, and this one too. (Although, now that I think about it, I think we all might have been singing the four-part back up bit to Aerosmith's "Love In An Elevator" in these last two.)
I don't even remember what Frank sang (which again, is why I either need to start taking notes or not wait 3 months before I try to caption these pics), but take a look at his face and you'll probably agree that the song is irrelevant.
It was super early, but I decided to pop in and say hi to Sid and Buddy in the basement. Buddy told me that he wanted to me to see if my new camera was fast enough the capture his new, "flaming hand" pyrotechnic toy. (Because, hey, pyrotechnics takes karaoke to a whole new level). Here he is...ready...