return of the rock star

Ok, I did it. I did it. I finally went and DID it!

Karaoke, I mean.What did you think I was going to say?

As my husband reminded me last night, it’s been over two years since the last time we went out for karaoke, and he was perfectly fine with that arrangement. He hates it. I mean HATES it. The people, the music, the atmosphere. The whole kit and kaboodle. He really hates karaoke. Despite the fact that we met at a karaoke show. Yeah, I haven’t missed the irony there. But I suppose he figures he can never top that first night, so why tempt fate, right?

I suspect he was trying to “make up” after our bout of disagreements lately by taking me to do something I really like, and there’s no way to say I’m sorry like a night of karaoke!

And people, I was a rock star. I had old men coming up to me after each song like I was Stevie Nicks (back when Stevie was hot, remember that?) I even had a ninety year old man on oxygen ask me on a date. Well, he told me he did karaoke on Friday nights at a different place and begged me to come. Hey, who knows…I just might. Now that I have the fever again, there’s no telling what I might do.

Within reason of course. My husband isn’t going to let me meet up with another man for karaoke anytime soon. Even if that man IS ninety something years old. And on oxygen.

But I’m ok with that. I’m still riding high on the fact that I did karaoke tonight, and had fun. Yep. Fun. Remember what fun is like? I had almost forgotten. But now that I’ve had a taste, I might not what to forget again.

Sorry, honey. You’ve unleashed the monster again. I hope you’re ready for that!

Until the next time…I’ll be dusting off my diva for next time!

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Posted on July 3, 2012 .