Work was so slow last night. I had, maybe, five tables. :( Luckily, my manager let me leave early and I traveled to Brooklyn to do some karaoke with friends.
I sang a song this time.
Big steps here, ladies and gentlemen. Yes, I sang a song and my first karaoke song at the Alligator Lounge was *drum roll*: Let's Go Crazy.
Which leads me to my next train of thought - Prince at Madison Square.
Fucking. Amazing.
I love that he knows he's the shit and can walk around in light-up sneakers and a shirt with his face on it, and be insanely sexy at the same time. Literally the first thing he did was walk to the piano and just stand on top of it taking in all the applause and cheers. He then sat and started playing When the Doves Cry, and stopped, saying "I'VE GOT TOO MANY HITS." This concert was everything I expected it to be and more. Thank you, Prince. I now know what it's like to be around greatness. And it's hot stuff. I only hope that next time I see you in concert, you will pull me on stage, like you did with Leighton Meester and Jimmy Fallon, and sing me a song. If you need help deciding on what song that should be, two words: Purple Rain.
And thank you, parents, for the best Christmas gift ever. And for getting me a seat that had me surrounded by big black men screaming like teenage girls every time Prince started a new song. Going out for food and drinks with them afterwards and hearing their stories about having seen Prince in concert every decade he's been around was a beautiful moment for all of us involved. Also, Chris will never get his cds back. Ever.
Tonight I am going out with a gaggle of gays, so let's hope I will remember some parts of the night when I wake up tomorrow. Actually, getting back home is my number one goal. Everything else will just be a bonus.
Good.
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ReplyDeletehahaha so funny!