2002-10-29 - 12:06 p.m.
Scary-Okie
Going in early to work today, which is good- I can especially use the hours now with Christmas approaching. It snowed here early this morning, which surprised me a little. It doesn�t often happen that we get snow before Halloween, but it has been really cold lately. Bet November 1st there will be a lot of kiddies with the flu because they stayed out too late wearing too little because they didn�t want to cover up their costumes. Happens every year.
Went to a Halloween karaoke party last night- they called it �Scary-Okie�. I did the 5-minute special �Shit, this is a COSTUME party?!?!?� ghost outfit- white dress, package of cobwebs in my hair and rubber shackles. My friend went as Charlie Brown- white sheet with about 50 holes cut into it. Nobody got why that was funny except my brother. Was fun mostly, I do think Karaoke feels kind of stupid once you�ve had your own band, but you take it for what it is. It�s not meant to be a performance (which SO many people seem to take it as), it�s meant to be fun. Soon as you start practising for it and taking it that seriously, you�ve missed the point. Anyway, my brother was by far the most amusing of the bunch. His version of �Love Shack� with his girlfriend made me laugh pretty hard, but it still wasn�t as funny as when he sang �Just a Gigolo�. That one kind of irritated me- if you are manufacturing karaoke CDs, shouldn�t you be able to get somebody who can spell the words before you put them on the disc? They spelled �gigolo� wrong consistently. �Gigilo�. Ugh. I don�t know, I was probably the only one who noticed� but still. I had the weakest Long Island Iced Tea I have ever had- let me put it this way, I shouldn�t be able to drink 3 of them and still be standing. They tasted nice, but seriously, their alcohol content was minimal. Had to be. I should�ve been floored after the amount of them I drank last night, and I don�t even have a headache.
So I�m sitting here killing fifteen minutes while the washer finishes with my uniform pants. Soon as that is done, I run downstairs and pop them in the dryer and get my shit together for work. Then off I go to fight the good fight and make a meager living for myself.
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