Kelly The Karaoke Kween!!

Yes, that's me, the karaoke queen. Last night, after working a long hellish shift at Osco, myself and a whole group of co-workers headed out for a little relaxation in the form of that timeless classic, karaoke.

Jimmy, who had a band once upon a time, was awesome. He sang Welcome to the Jungle as good as any professional singer could. We cheered, we jeered, we whistled and yelled and stomped and howled. It was a festive time.

It took me a while to get up the nerve to pass my song slip in. I decided on that old fallback, I Will Survive, by Gloria Gaynor. Really because I know the song, I know the lyrics and I love it.

So finally it's my turn. I go up to the mic and grin around at the people staring, laugh when my group all start yelling and cheering me on. Then the music started and the lyrics appeared on the screen and off I went.

I like to tell myself that my voice isn't that bad, I mean, I sing in the car every day and my windows haven't shattered yet. But after a few seconds my friends stop hooting and jeering and I'm certain that my voice must be like listening to a cat being tortured. Sounded ok to me, but maybe I and my car windows are desensitized.

The song ended and I was cheered. I mean really cheered, even the DJ complimented me. I walked back to my table and was stunned to find that my friends had turned into decapitated codfish heads. You know the look, mouths open, eyes wide and glazed (I blame the goldshchlager shots they were doing) staring. Apparently, though interested in seeing me do some karaoke, they doubted that I had a decient voice. The fools!

Jimmy was the best. He informed me that we had to go make a baby right then. A couple people at other tables asked me if I was going to sing another song, which I took as a huge compliment since usually repeat singers are to be dreaded, not enjoyed. But I only did the one song, mainly because I didn't want to sing good and then go suck eggs on the second one. Maybe next Saturday I'll sing Love Potion #9...