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I love music and I love singing. Unfortunately I’m not very good at either. The sum of musical ability as a child was attempting to play the recorder when I was 8 years old. I don’t think Frere Jacques has ever been the same.
I like to sing along with songs, but in the privacy of my own home, or at very loud concerts where nobody can hear me. The thought of doing so in front of people is terrifying.
If I ever have to go to a wedding that requires me to sing along with the hymns, I cringe in the corner and barely mouth the words, so that fellow guests aren’t subjected to my totally out of tune bellowing.
I am ashamed to admit that I have participated in Karaoke on a couple of occasions. Both times I was VERY drunk, and wearing fancy dress, so therefore felt disguised enough to have a go. On the first occasion I was already in a Police Station so fortunately couldn’t be arrested for murdering Peggy Sue.
On Friday evening lowbrid and I were invited to a birthday party. One of his friends, that we haven’t seen for ages. I can’t remember the last time I went to an actual PARTY, at someone’s house. It was great!
We had to take food (nibbles & dips courtesy of CostCo) and I found a fab gift for the birthday girl - a bottle of Absolut Vodka which came in it’s very own red sequinned bottle jacket! It was way cool. I wanted to keep it actually. Maybe someone will get me one for Christmas?
Oh and it was totally appropriate in a camp kind of way.
Now would be a good time to point out that most of the people at the party, errrrm, how to put this?...... well they prefer the company of the same sex. As whitehousemom would say ‘they are two Daddies’.
It was an interesting experience for me and added a whole new dimension to the party. I’d got changed in a hurry, but had left the house feeling quite pleased with my outfit and thought I look pretty good. It wasn’t until much later that I realised - I was in a room full of really good looking guys, and not one of them found me the slightest bit attractive. It was kind of depressing really.
Out of approx 25 people, only myself,lowbrid and 4 other people were straight! I felt like a minority.
It was fun. I’d met some of them before, but they were all really friendly people; funny and easy to talk to. I was chatting away quite happily, enjoying a few beers and generally having a great time.
And then someone put Sing Star on the PS2. Oh my GOD. It’s like someone took karaoke and made it a million times worse. For those, like myself, not in the know, Sing Star allows you to ‘compete’ against another person, to see who sings the best. Or worst in most cases. The computer gives you a rating from Poor to Good, to Awesome depending on how many notes you hit.
Well, I sat very still for the first few rounds, alternating between finding it hilarious and then shuddering in horror at the thought that I might actually have to participate.
I really shouldn’t have worried though. The good thing about being at a party with 15 gay men? You REALLY don’t need to worry about having to sing! Cos they were all over it. And some of them were actually pretty good. It was quite something. And most of the songs seemed to be classic gay anthems - It’s Raining Men by the Weather Girls, Freedom by George Michael plus 33 other ‘classic’ tunes.
I saw in awed disbelief as they took it in turns to belt out these songs…. It was the best entertainment I’ve seen in months! And it wasn’t just singing. Oh no. They were doing the dance moves to.
We left before midnight to get the last train home, but by all accounts the singing when on until about 4.45 am. I just hope they had understanding (or DEAF) neighbours!
The scariest thing? The more I had to drink, the better an idea it seemed to be to join in. Although I didn’t actually succumb, I was singing along quite happily and just know that if I’d been hitting the wine (my downfall) I WOULD have been there, dueting with a very handsome gay man to California Dreaming.
A terrifying thought.
I like to sing along with songs, but in the privacy of my own home, or at very loud concerts where nobody can hear me. The thought of doing so in front of people is terrifying.
If I ever have to go to a wedding that requires me to sing along with the hymns, I cringe in the corner and barely mouth the words, so that fellow guests aren’t subjected to my totally out of tune bellowing.
I am ashamed to admit that I have participated in Karaoke on a couple of occasions. Both times I was VERY drunk, and wearing fancy dress, so therefore felt disguised enough to have a go. On the first occasion I was already in a Police Station so fortunately couldn’t be arrested for murdering Peggy Sue.
On Friday evening lowbrid and I were invited to a birthday party. One of his friends, that we haven’t seen for ages. I can’t remember the last time I went to an actual PARTY, at someone’s house. It was great!
We had to take food (nibbles & dips courtesy of CostCo) and I found a fab gift for the birthday girl - a bottle of Absolut Vodka which came in it’s very own red sequinned bottle jacket! It was way cool. I wanted to keep it actually. Maybe someone will get me one for Christmas?
Oh and it was totally appropriate in a camp kind of way.
Now would be a good time to point out that most of the people at the party, errrrm, how to put this?...... well they prefer the company of the same sex. As whitehousemom would say ‘they are two Daddies’.
It was an interesting experience for me and added a whole new dimension to the party. I’d got changed in a hurry, but had left the house feeling quite pleased with my outfit and thought I look pretty good. It wasn’t until much later that I realised - I was in a room full of really good looking guys, and not one of them found me the slightest bit attractive. It was kind of depressing really.
Out of approx 25 people, only myself,lowbrid and 4 other people were straight! I felt like a minority.
It was fun. I’d met some of them before, but they were all really friendly people; funny and easy to talk to. I was chatting away quite happily, enjoying a few beers and generally having a great time.
And then someone put Sing Star on the PS2. Oh my GOD. It’s like someone took karaoke and made it a million times worse. For those, like myself, not in the know, Sing Star allows you to ‘compete’ against another person, to see who sings the best. Or worst in most cases. The computer gives you a rating from Poor to Good, to Awesome depending on how many notes you hit.
Well, I sat very still for the first few rounds, alternating between finding it hilarious and then shuddering in horror at the thought that I might actually have to participate.
I really shouldn’t have worried though. The good thing about being at a party with 15 gay men? You REALLY don’t need to worry about having to sing! Cos they were all over it. And some of them were actually pretty good. It was quite something. And most of the songs seemed to be classic gay anthems - It’s Raining Men by the Weather Girls, Freedom by George Michael plus 33 other ‘classic’ tunes.
I saw in awed disbelief as they took it in turns to belt out these songs…. It was the best entertainment I’ve seen in months! And it wasn’t just singing. Oh no. They were doing the dance moves to.
We left before midnight to get the last train home, but by all accounts the singing when on until about 4.45 am. I just hope they had understanding (or DEAF) neighbours!
The scariest thing? The more I had to drink, the better an idea it seemed to be to join in. Although I didn’t actually succumb, I was singing along quite happily and just know that if I’d been hitting the wine (my downfall) I WOULD have been there, dueting with a very handsome gay man to California Dreaming.
A terrifying thought.