Sunday, January 14, 2007
more fun with karaoke
Friday night was a musical night for me. Marieke and I went out to dinner, and then we went to see Dreamgirls, which I'd heard was good, and which I'd been wanting to see for some time. I liked it alright. I didn't think any of the acting was awful, and in fact, I think Jennifer Hudson has a lot of potential as long as she's in singing roles. The girl is just incredible, and you kind of forget how amazing she is in the middle portion of the movie when Beyonce is doing all the singing, and you think Beyonce's good. She's got a good voice. And you think this until Jennifer Hudson opens her mouth again, and then you think Oh. No. No, no, no, no. Beyonce's no good. No good at all. THIS is singing.
But the thing we were not at all prepared for was that this is not just a movie with music in it. It is a full-on musical, complete with sung conversations, which y'all know is cool with me. I mean, that's my life, essentially. But I don't think the lyrics to my life are as cheesy as some of these were.
We are a family like a giant tree branching out towards the sky,
we are a family we are so much more than just you and I
we are a family like a giant tree,
growing stronger, growing wiser, we are growing free... we need you... we are a family...
I mean...a giant tree? Really? Come on. But other than the extremely high cheese factor, I liked it, and after watching it, I was singing "You're Gonna Love Me" all the way home, which prepared me perfectly for finding out that some of the hoes were at Playmakers for karaoke.
Now Playmakers, in my opinion, is FAR superior to Cody's for karaoke. They have a much wider selection of music, and they have a stage, and let's face it. If I'm going to sing, I need a stage upon which to ham things up. So I went and sang "I Will Survive," and Ashley won 50 bucks in a drawing, and yada, yada, yada, but the best part of the evening--the WHOLE evening (sorry Partner)--was when the gentleman at the table next to us with the long, curly locks got SO excited about seeing a friend walk into the bar that the only appropriate action he felt he could take was to RIP open his shirt and start undulating wildly. I said last night that he gyrated, but this is not really accurate. The man undulated. He did what Eric Neis would call a "body roll." And he did it repeatedly while rubbing his hairy, exposed chest.
Man. What a greeting. How come nobody ever gets that excited to see me?
But the thing we were not at all prepared for was that this is not just a movie with music in it. It is a full-on musical, complete with sung conversations, which y'all know is cool with me. I mean, that's my life, essentially. But I don't think the lyrics to my life are as cheesy as some of these were.
We are a family like a giant tree branching out towards the sky,
we are a family we are so much more than just you and I
we are a family like a giant tree,
growing stronger, growing wiser, we are growing free... we need you... we are a family...
I mean...a giant tree? Really? Come on. But other than the extremely high cheese factor, I liked it, and after watching it, I was singing "You're Gonna Love Me" all the way home, which prepared me perfectly for finding out that some of the hoes were at Playmakers for karaoke.
Now Playmakers, in my opinion, is FAR superior to Cody's for karaoke. They have a much wider selection of music, and they have a stage, and let's face it. If I'm going to sing, I need a stage upon which to ham things up. So I went and sang "I Will Survive," and Ashley won 50 bucks in a drawing, and yada, yada, yada, but the best part of the evening--the WHOLE evening (sorry Partner)--was when the gentleman at the table next to us with the long, curly locks got SO excited about seeing a friend walk into the bar that the only appropriate action he felt he could take was to RIP open his shirt and start undulating wildly. I said last night that he gyrated, but this is not really accurate. The man undulated. He did what Eric Neis would call a "body roll." And he did it repeatedly while rubbing his hairy, exposed chest.
Man. What a greeting. How come nobody ever gets that excited to see me?
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Wow. That's all I can say about the happy greeting. Although I will ask: Do you really want to be greeted by a n excited, hairy, undulating man?
Only if that man is you, j. beau, and you're singing "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk."
Would my stand-in Beefy Jack from Las Margaritas suffice?
barf.
I'm a little upset that I wasn't the best part of your evening, but I can't compete with a half naked hairy man. And I refuse to take my shirt off and dance as a greeting to you. I love you, but there are limits.