Guys, I Did It

Though I go to Galaxy Hut's karaeoke night just about every Thursday, and I sing and dance along from my seat, I never, ever actually get up and grab the mic. Because, well, I'm not a good singer. Nope, sadly, though I spend half my time listening to, critiquing, obsessing and writing about music, I haven't got a lick of talent in that arena myself. Not one bit. But last night, it all changed.

I don't know if it was the wine or the beer or the encouraging presence of Jenna, but somehow I decided to just go for it. Who cares if I stank? It was time to stop being a cheerleader and start participating. So, with the dueting help of Alyssa, we treated the crowd to "Twist and Shout." Well, "treated" might be too strong a word. The patrons kindly sat there while we attempted not to crush the Beatles' song. Mitchell's critique was that I myself needed to do more twisting, and possibly more shouting. Next time.

I even got up for a second song later in the night. Lindsey came out just to do "Leader of the Pack" with Jenna (who, by the way, absofuckinglutely nailed a Patsy Cline song early on in the evening), but Jenna had to jet off and catch the last train to D.C., so I stepped up to the plate yet again.

So yes. I did it. It surely wasn't good, it was probably too cutesy and made the audience cringe, but I bit the bullet. And I'm not even embarassed.