Thursday, October 14, 2004
Bow Chicka Bow Bow
I didn't know who they were at the time, but I did know they were making ears bleed, so I asked the leader of the pack (Jenna, it turned out) if she'd do me a favor. "Sure," she said, her underage face flushed with liquor and vocal torture. "Promise me you'll never sing in public again," I deadpanned. She looked a little stricken, which one of the other girls with them enjoyed so much she grabbed my hand and dragged me out onto the dance floor where I gimped through a semblance of swing dancing, twirling and spinning until my future wife came back from the bathroom.
Now I've been in this situation before, and when I saw my date approaching, I prepared myself to console a weeping or raging date and explain how my dancing with a drunken teenage girl at my date's Christmas party came about. But my wife marched up, slapped the offending hand off my arm, and dragged me away from there. That's when I knew she was the girl for me. When she tells the story, it's about the time "he shamed me in front of the people I worked with."
That was the first and last time I Karaoked, and I think my friend Shay J. and I did fairly decent impresssions of Willie Nelson and Julio Yglesias while performing, "To All the Girls I've Loved Before."
Picture from Wizbang