Tuesday, June 21, 2005

the inner selves of singing-sconnie-sociologists

So, last time we had karaoke, I was just starting my diet, and caught up in the zeal of caloric aversion I resolved that I wasn't going to drink at all. From this, I confirmed, as scientists have long hypothesized, that intoxicant-free karaoke is not as much fun. This time, then, I carefully saved up points during the day so I could drink without guilt. Indeed, I was so disciplined that I calculated that, in principle, I could have x drinks without going over my points, where the quantity x was clearly too many. Then, being someone who strives always to live up to principles, I went ahead and had x drinks. (A mistake, yes, I know, believe me.)

Erica The Bartender did seem confused when I changed my usual Vodka-Cranberry Juice order to Vodka-Diet-Pepsi.

Anyway, the original careyoke-declared theme for karaoke was Krazy Outfit Night, although this then changed to the theme of "Inside Out", where people were supposed to wear their sense of who they are on the inside as their outfit. I'm not entirely sure if some people were following the Krazy Outfit Theme night or the Inside Out theme. In my own case, it turns out that my inner self is a lot like the clothes I happen to have worn to work that day, only with a black feather boa that I expropriated early in the evening.

The insides-out of others:









6 comments:

Anonymous said...

you should have a caption contest -- especially for photo #4.

Anonymous said...

boozers

Anonymous said...

Oh my Gawd.....

Rhymes With Scrabble said...

Why do I invariably look like an angry chipmunk in karaoke photos?

jeremy said...

I don't think you look like an angry chipmunk, but you do look European.

Rhymes With Scrabble said...

Not European enough, evidently.

Amazingly, the new issue of SPQ's first article is "Language Fluency and the Evaluation of Cultural Faux Pas." It's about Russians but I think it might still be some kind of omen. :p