I don't know how I feel tonight.
I had a really good time at the bar listening to kareoke and drinking beer.
beer! ugh!!
deluin was there and fun, Kerrie was there, Big Mike was there... I think I freaked Mike out by hugging him too much.
And I sang (read: sucked!)
I had a go at Ziggy Stardust, a song I sang all the time as a youngster and thought I was decent at. I kareoked it at a church party once way back, and people thought I was good. But I could hear them boo-ing. It was the first time I'd actually heard my own voice anyway. And it was flatter than Kansas (which has been proven to be flatter than a pancake). I will never sing again unless I am severely drunk.
I knew I should have started drinking before I got there. Some good ol' Dr. Worm would have cured my stage-fright.
This is why I don't know how to feel. I had a wonderful time. I hung out with Rob and didn't think of Matt at all. Then I sang. But if I didn't sing, I would have had an all around good time.
Also, Rob gave me my kareoke name "Lenore" named after America's favorite little dead girl <3
I thought he'd have picked Devi, but I like Lenore better anyway :)
Also, I discovered I have written "
Hell Devi" written on the palm of my left hand. Hm. bah. I'm retiring, even though I'm not tired. I have to wake up at 8 or so to go to Canada to see Evil Dead The Musical (:D)
Convo of the eve:
"I'm going to go hang myself"
"I thought you already did that"
"the rope broke"
(Me and girl-with-rob-who's-name-I-can't-remember)