karaoke my heart out

So this didn’t happen in semi-public, it happened in the privacy of my own home, but with a good handful of others… STILL. IT FELT SO GOOD, GUYS. EVERYONE NEEDS TO DO THIS. Thanks to my mother for the use of her brand new karaoke machine… it’s basically amazing.

I sure want to do this again. AND SOON. Must stay away from buying 18409382 CDGs on ebay… I wonder if there’s a Frank Sinatra one…

Well… not quite yet, it’s only a hesitant plan, but I’m thinking about ticking this one off for my 23rd birthday gathering! I want to check out the location before I decide yes or no, so I’m going to peek into Don’t Tell Mama some time when I’m in the Valley next, as they have booths, or rooms, or whatever it is where you can go nuts with a group of friends in semi-private.

Pat Benetar, fear me. >:D<

I made unplanned progress towards achieving this goal on Saturday night when I ended up at the Plough Inn after dinner out at Southbank with a couple of school friends. I certainly didn’t karaoke my heart out, as I was a little hesitant, nervous and unprepared, but after thirty to sixty minutes of chewing my nails over which song I could jump up and sing, I went over to the request booth and asked if they had “Scar” by Missy Higgins. The guy was all like, YEP, YOU CAN GO NEXT and as the current karaoker was finishing up their ‘80s power ballad right at that moment, I was like, YOU MEAN NEXT LIKE RIGHT NOW? And he shoved the mic at me. TERRIFYING. But I warmed up a bit and ended up getting forced to sing “Love Shack” by the B52s (my friends got up and WEREN’T SINGING) and then ended the night with another friend and a rousing rendition of “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” which was preceded by me tripping up the stairs to the stage. I hope my Nick Carter impersonation made everyone totally forget about the whole tripping fiasco. Yeah, three days later and my knee’s still fucked. But, hooray karaoke!!

I went to a karaoke night at Southbank a couple of times around two years ago, and it was a lot of fun. I’ve been wanting to do it again for a while now but I haven’t really had much of an opportunity to. The other night two of my housemates and I discussed going into the seedy karaoke joint in the Valley, it’s called Don’t Tell Mama or something like that :)) they have group booths and that sort of thing, so we’re keen to get a group of us together and head in one night in the near future. With pink wigs.