Karaoke Dance Revolution

My bud, Au$10 has left for his journey to Atlanta to take his place at Paste. So, last night we celebrated with Karaoke and Dancing fun! Well, Karaoke and Dancing that is!!! I went over to Jon's around half after 5 and started drinking. First I nursed a couple of horrible drinks; Natural Light and Miller High Life. The High Life isn't bad. Anyway I drank those only because I needed time for my sweet sweet honey of the god's, Newcastle Brown Ale, to refridgerate. Then Jon's roomie, Katie showed up. From then it was nonstop hilariouty with General Hospital. Soon afterwards Au$10 showed up, and then Jon's work buddies, HErmie, Skank McSlu, and Lil' Poot showed up. Drinks were dispersed and the Karaoke Revolution was on the rise. I.. ummm.. I'm really bad at singing. I don't know what the deal was, but I got boo'ed off everytime I sang except for once. I like to think it's because I've been sick the past two days, but maybe it was because I was really REALLY DRUNK! OH MAN WAS I DRUNKASS! I hadn't been that drunk in quite some time. After the Karaoke was finished someone had the bright idea to head out to real karaoke at some bar. Although all of the friends that Jon thought would be there had migrated to Chantilly Lace, and the future plans of more singing turned into a night of dancing. Or a night of everyone dancing and me observing. I was too drunk to dance. I drank water the whole time I was there. Although the dance floor is a very interesting thing to observe. I noticed the ratio of women to men were grossly outnumbered by men which lead to incredibly enjoyable dance offs.

There were two girls there that literally owned the floor. They shall be called Lady Grey and Candystriper. All they had to do was look at somoene and that person would dance with them. It was nuts. Although what was hilarious was when they would try to dance with someone, and that person didn't see that they wanted to dance with them. They would get frustrated and dance elsewhere. Ooohhh the fun of the dance floor. I wish I would have had a notebook or a tape recorder so I could have documented last night. It was hot. Ok, so there was a gray shirted guy there whom I shall call Gray. He was kind of a cowboy. His dance style was alot of swoops and twirls accompanied by some close grinding. Candystriper and Gray wanted each other so bad. This big lanky guy in green and white, whom I will call Frankie was all up on Lady Grey. Although it seemed like Lady Grey wasn't having it. She would leave and dance up on someone else, but she soon discovered that Frankie was the only one worth dancing with.

Then we had the drunk lesbian with her husband. She would go and dance on Candystriper. Candystriper played along with the muse for a bit, but then tried to leave only to discover that drunk lesbian wasn't having it. So, Candy kept dancing with her. Soon, she got upset and left. That's when drunk lesbian also got upset and went to sit down only to fall off of her stool and break a beer bottle and be escorted outside. Hee hee.

Then there was the old couple in the corner that had lost the passion in their relationship, but the Mrs. wasn't about to give up on them yet. She kept trying to pull the drinking Mr. out on the floor, but he would take his beer with him and just sort of stand about while she tried to dance around him. Then he'd get tired of it all and sit back down enjoy his beer. They soon left. Here's hoping she gets out of that loveless relationship soon.

Then we had the stragglers. A black guy that swayed to his own urban beats, a dumpy looking fat guy, a couple of good looking guys that lacked girls so they danced with themselves. hee hee. That made me giggle. And me. I sat off to the side and watched all of this. At the very last song Lady Grey decided to take a chance with me, but I quickly turned into a bowl full of giggles and retired back to my seat. After observing everything that night it was just too damned hard for me to try and take the dancing seriously. Oh what a good drunken time.

On the way out of the club we were harassed by a couple of colored fellows looking to score some drugs from the middle-class white kids (us). It was a hoot. I was drunk. They were relentless, but we eventually made it back to Jon's where I spent most of the night on his floor and on the couch.

Here's to Au$10! And a night I won't forget, because I've documented it in my blog.
Here's to Bloggy!