I then grabbed some lunch at Panera, headed home, napped for a (very) few minutes, then headed up with timenchanter to jorgitoelcubano's place for electrichobbit's unexpected extra going-away dinner.
The participants were Jorge and Mark (of course), myself, Timmie, moahb, cekyr0, and jeffercine. So three couples, given some very loose definitions of "couple."
We had some very yummy Burmese takeout from the Green Elephant Gourmet.
I eventually headed to the bar around 7:30pm, and was more-or-less set up to go at 8:00pm. And even started at 8:10pm...
It was a good Monday. Nothing huge - just a good time. Well, it was busier than usual - I closed down at 1:50am, at the end of the 9th round. We had three people from the "normal" karaoke circuit show up - Lisa, Ernie, and Sir-C. With the usual pile of personal discs to be played. I'm not really used to that anymore, but hey, at least they bought drinks.
Trankenstein was there almost all night, except for an hour and a half or so in the middle, when it apparently took off to TDs, and from what I understood, did a strip-tease. One of the single most frightening concepts I can think of.
lizzstar has been having a hard time keeping from using the Trankenstein name to Ruby/Wayne's face. An increasingly hard time. Last night she was using it over the mic. Repeatedly. I suddenly noticed the relative lack of walls to pound my head against in the booth...
Jorge came out, and drowned his sorrows with Timmie. I'm quite proud of him - he actually got the courage to do suicide. Um, karaoke. And sang all three songs I gave him - quite well.
We even had a visit from lucydogstringer.
So, all in all, the evening went quite well, though there were a couple of points where I fell flat. I've been trying a few strategies for suicide nights. Lately, I've been aiming to always stay one round ahead, with the general concept that I should always have the next round's songs picked out before the present one is sung. This means I always have at least one fallback song, with relatively minimal dead air.
Last night at one point, I apparently completely spaced this. In Lizz's turn. Meaning, of course, that the first song was rejected out of hand. I swear I had five minutes of dead air while trying to come up with something, especially since the bin just was not cooperating. Timmie was trying to help, and found three slips, the best of which was We're Not Going To Take It, which went over rather predictably. Incredibly embarrassing, 'twas.
Ah well, as I always say.
In the end, the bar did reasonably well for a Monday.
I packed up and headed off to Denny's for my usual late night dose of deep-friedness, then came home and slept for a couple of hours.
I got up early, and headed out to drop off my car at the body shop. The place is a block away. I spent 15 minutes in early-morning traffic circling around, trying to find a parking space that was nearer to it than my apartment.
The car's in their hands for the next few days. And I'm officially trapped here. It supposedly should only take three days to repair, so I'll hopefully have it back by the time I need it on Thursday. Otherwise, I'm going to have to figure out alternative methods of getting the stuff to the bar.
And that's about it. Walked back home, slept some more, and am now sort of awake. Though I'm thinking of going back to bed.
I've been notified that one of my new discs has shipped. However, it's coming from Maryland, so I'll probably not have it until next Thursday. I'll hopefully have the whole purchase by then. Should be fun - I spent a lot on new discs.
Of course, there's still more interesting stuff out there. StarDisc has a track of the Alanis version of My Humps, of all things...