And I think to myself this guy can't sing
"It's A Wonderful World" is being sung by a guy in a jean jacket with a hair style frightfully close to being a mullet. When he first entered The Chalet, he said "I thought there was karaoke going on" in a fairly high voice. So it is a little disconcerting to hear him attempt to do the low growly voice. Beth and I have exchanged several telepathic looks. Pretty much we are letting each other know "Oh dear God, I'm scared now."
Playing Trivial Pursuit with Beth
DM: What type of craft was the Super Chicken III, the first of its ilk to cross North America non-stop?
B: A chicken sled?
DM: No but now I'm imagining this sled being led by chickens. Mush!
B: What was it?
DM: Oh. A balloon.
It's the Ken Show!
Ken is a cowboy (cowboy hat, tight jeans (tight in all the right places), shiny belt buckle). Since Beth and I are in no hurry to sing, Bryan has Ken just standing on stage and singing. Country songs. Kind of hot country songs.
B: He's good.
DM: And cute.
B: Nice jeans.
DM: Nice belt buckle pointing to the package.
B: That's not why I was looking at the jeans.
DM: I have no shame.*
*I don't believe that's exactly what I said but since she told me several times that I was staring and one step away from drooling, "I have no shame" pretty much sums it up. Also, Beth likes jeans because they emphasize muscular thighs. I like jeans because they emphasize other things (rear ends, mainly). Although Ken had nice thighs. Oh, hell, Ken had nice everything.
B: I have just realized that I live in the wrong state to have a thing for cowboys.*
*I never would have thought she did but she adores Clint Eastwood and her favorite fictional character is Roland from Stephen King's Gunslinger books and Roland is somewhat based on Clint Eastwood. Now myself? I just have a thing for men. But there is something about a cowboy, isn't there?
Where do they come up with these drink names?
I finally decide to go up and sing. Ken was using the mike stand and I stand in front of it. The microphone is right above eye level for me. I look at Bryan. He laughs and lowers the stand.
DM: Ooh. I've never used the mike stand before. I might cradle the mike.*
*We had a discussion one night about Steve Perry and his urge to cradle the microphone like a lover.
B: Are you going to dance?
DM: Maybe. I might make some hand gestures. Interpretive dancing.
A random man at the bar speaks.
RM: Bobby, can I get a double shot of honey ham?
What? I look at Beth. The beginning notes to "Give Me One Reason" start. Just as I am about to open my mouth and sing, I dissolve into giggles.
DM: Did he just say honey ham?
Beth nods. She appears to be as amused as I am. I turn to Bryan.
DM: Yeah, can we try this again?
While I didn't do hand gestures, that didn't stop others from interpretive dance
Beth wrote this.
"A woman is singing "If I Could Turn Back Time." She doesn't sound a bit like Cher but has a take on the look and may have practiced the movements."
This woman has the plain, kind of horsey look, long black hair and is actually performing some sort of dance moves. There was hair flipping as well.
I think this may have been about the Cher wannabe but I don't remember. It'll work here.
B: Maybe she's dyslexic and is reading the notes wrong.
DM: But the notes aren't on the screen.
B: I know but maybe they're in her head. Maybe she's dyslexic and has a photographic memory.
I think there's a secret reason this show is called Pride
Pride (spelled with a lightning bolt in place of the I) is playing on the big screen. Pride appears to be boxing with a bit of ultimate fighting thrown in. It really doesn't make much sense but then neither Beth or I are fans so maybe that explains why it doesn't make sense. However, you do find your eyes drawn to the screen, usually in horror or amusement.
B: Come on! Put your crotch on his head. That seems to be the object of this game.
So, so true. In each of the matches before, both boxers/ultimate fighters/whatever the heck they are would end up slamming each other to the ground and flipping around. Heads were in groins. Groins were in heads. Groins were in groins. It was very disturbing, especially when the little Chinese guy was body slammed by the really big white guy.*
*Now I see nothing wrong with guy on guy action. In fact, I enjoy watching attractive men kiss (totally hot. I figure if the average guy loves the idea of woman on woman action, then I am obviously an average woman. Right? Right? How come no one ever agrees with this theory?). But these were not attractive men. These were scary looking men.
Exactly what note were you looking for there? Because you did not find it.
A woman is singing "black Velvet." I am not sure but I think the best way to describe this is Kermit on mood-altering chemicals after a sex change. Completely monotone until you get to the very end and then she sang the final "If you please" about 3 octaves above her normal range.
B: I heard that in the bathroom.
DM: I think they may have heard that in the next county.*
*Again, I'm not really sure that I said this but I was thinking it and it is my blog so there!
There will be pictures from this night, well, one picture. I will present this picture when I can make sure that I can formulate the perfect words to tell the story of a love so true, it transcends the ages. It is beautiful. Inspiring. It's between Craig (Beret Craig) and James (yes. That James). And that's all I'm leaving you with for now. Because I am evil. Hee.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
And I think to myself this guy can't sing