Baby got back in Everything

The motivation problem I was suffering from on Friday seemed to disappear the moment I stepped out the door at work, it reappeared this morning as I walked in through the door. I think it has something to do with that door. Anyway lets back up to Friday shall we.

So, feeling better after leaving work Friday I made the long ride down to the bar. Navigated my way through a pothole filled, rain soaked, I guess you could call it a road. My friends were already well into their drinks by the time I arrived. The place was sparsely settled but people were still arriving, it was Karaoke night. I was not aware of this fact beforehand. I’m not a Karaoke type of guy, none of my friends are either, I don’t much mind watching someone else butcher a song make an ass out of themselves but not really my cup o’ tea. We were having a great time chatting and laughing. After a couple hours and 3 beers (35oz Narragansetts) I came upon the notion that I really needed to sing Sir Mix-A-Lot’s timeless classic, “Baby got Back”. Just for the record, I am painfully white. My friends didn’t even attempt to stop me, I don’t blame them I wouldn’t have either. Well I made that song my own, and by that I mean by the end of my slurring, profanity laden scream fest I’m not sure if you could tell what song I was killing. It was grim. I’m pretty sure that they stopped the music before the song was finished. As I walked back to our table shame had begun to creep through the drunken fog, luckily our waitress showed up immediately and handed me another beer and said, “this one is on the house, just don’t go up there again…..ever”.

There was a lot more laughter that night, mostly at my expense, completely justified. We all crashed at my friends house that night, no need to try and make it home. Shame aside not a bad night!