I never made it to the SF show. After getting home from Oakridge on Friday, I completely conked out, slept fitfully, then woke up around 9:00. That would have been plenty of time, except I got sidetracked as usual. Designing a business card, this time. It took me several hours and honestly, kinda sucks.
I was finishing up with that, when timenchanter proposed lunch. I cleaned up, met up with him at the Castle of the Fatty Liver, then went and had sushi at Valley Fair. We then strolled around that mall (It's Mallwalk Weekend™!), then back to markobellydance's place.
Where I sorta dozed by the pool, hung out with Timmie and Marko, and got a call from misswong77. Proposing that I run karaoke for the ComedySportz afterparty. To which I, for some reason, said yes. Damn me and my weakness for cute women!
Around 5:00, I headed up to my parents' place, loaded them in their car, and drove them to Newark for Shruti's 18th birthday/graduation party. Which means I got the joy of driving my dad a total of 70 miles or so. He... doesn't deal well with not being in control any more. Which makes for quite a backseat driver.
Quite apart from the lectures on speed (there's nothing like being told you're driving too fast when you're getting passed on all sides), my favorites were:
- While negotiating the potholes on the dirt road out, around the fifth time he said something like "Watch out for the set of holes right here", I said "Dad, it's not like I don't drive this once a week." "Yeah, but I wasn't sure if you remembered."
- On the return, while starting back down the bad part of the road, I was told "You might want to take this in first." "Dad, I am in first."
Shruti's party was, well, typically impressive. There were probably around 100 people there, the vast majority of which I'd never seen before. Shruti wore a couple of expensive-looking, and obviously custom-fit dresses. Several people gave short speeches, all of which worked pretty well - good enunciation, not a lot of "umms." I suppose having most of your friends in the debate club helps.
My parents finally ran away when the dancing started. I was busy laughing - Shruti had wanted "50s music". The closest they could get was Grease. Otherwise, they played a lot of Beatles. It was cute.
I got the parents home around 11:00, ran off to the bar, and grabbed my discs. This took some maneuvering. The place was packed. It was a miracle that I was able to get a parking space.
I got to ComedySportz around 12:30 - they hadn't quite made it there yet (The competition was at the Montgomery Theater), but they showed up shortly, and I started setting up.
They provided the equipment, which turned out to be possibly the cheapest Vocopro home setup on the market. It was more than a little painful to work with, but I made do as best I could. We actually didn't get started until after 1:30, mostly because Rosa (Their sound tech) sorta disappeared, and a few of us spent a lot of time trying to figure out what we needed to turn on to get the main speakers working.
Then singing until 5:00. It's... different doing a show for improv players. A lot of fun - even if they kept doing dance moves that made the player skip.
The discs, I, and a reasonably generous set of tips finally made it home around 6:00 this morning. I slept a few hours, until I had to get up for Cynthia.
I should probably get another hour or so in, right now. After skimming La Jentra's birthday party, I'm going to be doing almost 7 hours of karaoke this evening. I'm starting at 6:30 for Liz's birthday party, so I'm going to be getting a lot of Gretchen behavior™. This should be entertaining...