11 nov 2000 | back
when you've had a few to drink, karaoke always sounds like a good idea.
so last night, lori, andre, their coworkers and i went to an unassuming hole-in-the-wall bar across the street from sony studios for karaoke night. i was told it was the place to go for film industry kids -- PAs and key grips and aspiring actors. there were several, although sometimes it's hard to tell between a drunken idiot and a scene stealer: both types always manage to ham it up. there were the few who could really sing; they belted out aretha and sinatra tunes like they'd done it too many times before. and then, of course, there were the people who'd never left the '80s, like larry. i don't remember what he sang. i just couldn't stop marveling at the baggy, mustard and olive striped sweater that went down to his knees.
i sang back-up to "love shack." i didn't think i could--or would--do it, but somehow i found myself being dragged up on stage and then wishing i was standing closer to the mic so that i could belt out the tunes.
next time, i swear, i am going to sing "material girl." i still remember the dance moves to the routine my cousin, melissa, and i made up 12 years ago.