Out of all the Jovi repertoire, Livin on a Prayer is the one that has the most opportunity for crowd-interaction. You get to sing the part that goes "Whoa, we're halfway there..."
I was really nervous about the list (because nothing's worse than having to watch someone do karaoke when they don't know the song!), but I lucked out and managed to secure Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer for my round two jam!
After the six competitors had each performed a song, the judges announced that only three of us would be moving on to round two! Here's my reaction to the news that I'd be chosen to move on, but that in Round Two song selections had to be chosen from a pre-selected 8-song list!
I was the second competitor called up to the stage, and it was announced, much to my relief, that I'd be singing Gloria! Yay! (Thanks to Seth for manning my cam and snapping these pics!)
The beach ended up being a little bit chilly (and the water was downright un-swimmable!) so we only ended up spending a little over two hours before heading back. Here we are on the subway platform happy...
And me? Why yes, that is, a Pierre Cardin tuxedo! Thank you for noticing! (Er, it's not really. That was just the first fancy-sounding name-brand that popped into my head. Which probably just made you realize that despite living in NYC and half of my friends working in something "fashion related," my knowledge of the fashion world comes from Bret Easton Ellis novels set in the 80s).
Here's me and Mer. The ceremony had already taken place and we're at one of the really nice, private university clubs uptown waiting for the reception to start. Before we went into the reception hall, I went to the bathroom to "freshen up" and was magically transported...
And now we'll briefly interrupt all the puppy-pics for a picture of me trying my best to make my eyes go in different directions! I've sort of got it down...I can make one eye go crossed and the other go pretty straight. But I've got nothing...
and Vibeke (who's hands down, the most out-of-control, will do ANYTHING on a dare, girl I know). For reasons unclear, the minute I ran into her, she took her panties off and put them around my neck. (That's just how she rolls).
That's right, I wasn't just at Gurj's birthday as a friend, I was there as a hired performer! You see, Sarah had been unsuccessful in her attempts to hire a male stripper and so she ended up asking me if I'd be willing to do it (Sarah knew all about my previous experience as a male stripper). She offered to pay me, but in the end I told her I'd settle for being paid back the money she already owed me! Hahaha. So around 1am that night, they called Gurj up onto the stage, and in front of pretty much all of our friends...
A few minutes later, Gurj came over with a bundle of cash (aka - the money that Sarah already owed me) and I gots paid! Woooo! Here's Gurj getting ready to make "the deposit."
Oh Hai! I can grope titties? (I love how Gurj has her hands up in the air all like "Yes, he's touching my boobs, but this is a totally one-sided thing!")
Then I REALLY showed that ass...to the, um, audience. Sorry about that, everyone. (FYI: This entire little dance number I'm doing was choreographed to Stacey Q's 2 of Hearts).
...the next photo reveals that she was just actually winding up to spank me! Hahaha. Just as I'd managed to convince the crowd that the stripping part of the show was over...
All that dancing took a lot out of me! Here's me getting ready to replenish all those calories I burned shaking my ass on stage with a late night pot o' mac and cheese (How else do you think I maintain that svelte figure of mine?). Photo (and panties) courtesy of Niki the Roommate. Thanks, Niki!
...Black Face Jesus needed to be BRAINED! Hahahahah. It's with great pleasure that I present to you this photo of me, a stranger from the internet, Black Face Jesus, and my balls.
She introduced me to her friend Jim and we all took pictures and laughed about how they wouldn't show up on this site until five years later. (But hey, it only took me about 19 months! Woooo!). She also came over to tell me that....
I guess that's the only photo I took at Easter dinner (whoops!) because here's Meredith and I back on the platform waiting to catch a train back into town.
Before she was a big shot porn star and porn mogul (NFSW, duh), Joanna used to be our intern at Nerve.com waaaay back in the day! Awwww! We caught up on old times and she invited me to come to a party she was throwing later on in the week to celebrate the release of her company's newest porno movie! Our little intern's all growed up! (that last link is really, REALLY NSFW!)
Then I took this awesome photo of me with simulated "beach hair." Afterwards, I tried to convince the two of them to head westward to catch the tail-end of MisShapes, but it was already 2:30am and neither of them were having it. So I decided to roll solo.
We love GOOD FRIENDS! The funniest part came when after we were done taking these photos, Meredith took a look at the nutritional information on the box and goes "Whoa, look how much fiber there is! The reason the folks on the box are all so happy is because they're taking totally regular shits!"
...and I smoked so much pot that my eyes got teeny tiny and I kept laughing so hard that I was crying. I'm not even sure if we ended up watching a movie. Yay, movie night!
After watching the karaoke competition (I didn't RSVP in time to be a contestant), I headed over to Pianos to SING some karaoke! Hahah. Here's me and Shanthrax.
...and I was wearing the suit my dad bought for me at Clothing Town to have made when I was Sophomore in high school (1991!) and got invited to go to a school dance with a girl who went to private school. Can you believe that shit still fits??
A little after midnight later that night, we headed out into the town to check out Houston night life. We ended up at a cool, divey bar that Tara had told us about, that had karaoke - but the wait to sing was really long...
And we're off! If I remember correctly, it was like a ninety-minute drive from the airport to the hotel where Tara and Greg's wedding was taking place.
Two more hours later and I'm conked the fuck out. Meredith managed to slyly sneak my camera out of my pocket to capture me in all my gape-mouthed glory.
