Public Singing: Round Deux

In every good romantic comedy or chick flick, a woman proclaims her independence by going crazy in some way. Alcohol and liberating music often accompany this romp. True to form, after (mutually) ending a very pleasant relationship a day ago, I went shopping and then went with my beloved seafood market on the most exciting and unique field trip in market history: we went to karaoke night at a local pub.

I haven't sung for an audience in about 7 or 8 years. That was middle school chorus, which I quickly escaped. I had never sung solo until this year's Musical Theatre class final project. (Each student had the choice of singing a song in public OR writing a ten-page paper. I put much thought into my decision.) It's only fitting, therefore, that I stepped up to the plate last night to sing The Divinyls' "I Touch Myself," as modestly as possible.

Fortunately, 8 other people were laughing and cheering just enough so that no one could else in the bar could think I was that bad. Another girl sang the Fugees' version of "Killing Me Softly" (lovely!) and one kid sang Johnny Cash. It was pretty great. But the best part of all:
all nine of us shared three mics to serenade the remaining country music-lovers with "Kokomo." Lovely lovely Beach Boys.

What a blast. And don't worry- there are pictures.