Not that I participated in it, mind you. But even watching it was fun. I met some new woo woo friends out this evening for some stuff and then we all went to a place in Laurel called Remington’s where they have karaoke 7 nights a week. Ever since my mother said never to sing in public because I sounded worse than Lucy Ricardo, I have shied away from doing something along those lines. It would probably take more beers than I had this evening (2) to get me to go up there but the crowd was nice and fun and even the ones that didn’t sing as lovely as, well, others seemed to enjoy it.
Driving home, I contemplated what song I would sing were I to get up the (beer fueled) courage to sing. I spied a Tina Turner song in the listings called “Better be good to me”. I’m not at all sure that starting out with a Tina song is the best way to go since she’s rather distinctive but it might be interesting. I will have to download that song and practice it around the house some first.
Sings “..why can’t you be … good to me” (looks around for Ike lurking in the shadows)
The Peaceful Occupation of Crawford continues even as Cindy Sheehan had to fly out to be with her mother in California. Her mom had a stroke the other day. So, please send out some good healing energy to Cindy AND her mom. Other mothers (and even a few fathers) have taken up her post in Crawford until she can come back. And our numbnuts preznit rides his little bike and “goes on with (his) life”. Sheesh.
And can I say how much I love Rixie, my coach for the past eleventy-hundred years? She is so awesome. When she saw how strongly I felt about Cindy’s cause, she asked me to donate her fee for the month of September to the Crawford Peace House and the Gold Star Families for Peace. How awesome is that? I just love her. She has a big, big heart.
I’m glad I got a chance to get out tonight even if it was minus Duty. Can any of you see him at a karaoke bar? I know. Me neither.
HEY! Get ready for me to write about the “Empty Nest” syndrome since my little baby girl goes off to be an adult at UVA tomorrow! :) x 10 (for her) and :( x 4 for me (-6 for me being mostly happy for her). Honey, have a wonderful time. You totally deserve it! I love you to little bitty pieces! (“The top’s come off the mountain! Fucking hellllllll!! Get on the phone to Mr. Dog”)