I went to karaoke with a coworker and friends last week. I love singing karaoke. I can't let go of the mic sometimes. There was this guy who also liked to sing. For Evanescence's My Immortal, he exclaimed, "I need a girl!" I replied, "I'm a girl!" Too bad the third mic wasn't working. It didn't stop me though. I belted out the girl part like the diva I wish I was. As the night continued, I drank more and stole the mic whenever I could. For one particular song, I think it was the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I had the mic in my hand from the previous song, and suddenly, Josh snatched it out of my hands. I yelled, "Hey!" The guy next to me saw and gave me that look like I can't believe he did that either. And he did it again sometime later. So rude! One of the songs I entered was Nicki Minaj's Super Bass as a joke because Kailee liked to sing that song at her place. I had a good time rapping and everyone was impressed.
So, I have decided to start learning rap songs to perform at karaoke. Because they're fun and not many girls are good at rapping. I think it'll be a fun hobby and maybe improve my speaking skills even more, not like I need them.
I want to start becoming a better story teller. So, I'll start recording stories here because they may be too personal or long to post on Facebook.
Back in 2006, I went to Vegas with Elaine and Haena to go see Rain in concert. I knew about him, but I wouldn't say I was a big hardcore fan of his music. They were enjoyable, but I don't think I knew his songs well enough to feel like I got my money's worth. I simply went to Vegas because I wanted to go crazy.
I wasn't a big party girl while in college. I rarely, if ever, went to clubs while in Waco. The club scene just wasn't appealing enough. But I was 21 and felt like if I had to pop my club cherry, the only way to do it was in Vegas.
Our first night there, we went to Jet. We had a pre-party in the room with a lot of shots. So by the time we got to the club, I was tipsy. I was with our group for a little bit, but then decided to wander off. I started dancing with this random guy. He was getting way too touchy. I would push him away, but he'd come back for more. I liked the attention and his persistence, so I played hard-to-get some more. By this time, I was getting messages to return to the group. As I left him, I saw the shocked look he had on his face, but I didn't care. As I approached the group, a very good-looking blonde guy stopped my tracks. We had a short funny conversation.
He says, "Hey, you're hot! Where are you from?
"Texas!"
"Cool, I'm from L.A.!"
"Hey! Me too!"
[Confused look.]
He grabs my ass. And I slap it away.
"Do you want to come up to my room and play Scrabble?"
"Scrabble? I'd own you in Scrabble. In fact, I'd OWN YOUR MOM IN SCRABBLE!"
[OOH, burned face]
I walk away. I finally got to the group. I asked Haena to look at the guy to see if he was hot. She says, "HE'S SO HOT." Aye, missed encounters.
I still can't believe how much control I had over my alcohol and sexuality. In some ways, I wish I still had it.