Monday, January 14, 2008

Nothing Says Christ Is Risen Like Men Dressed As Women

A few years ago, my mom came up to visit for Easter weekend. And because we're heathens, we planned many spiritual, reverent activities with which to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord. Namely, karaoke and drag brunch.

I was looking for a karaoke place that had the individual rooms because the shy person in me emerges when it comes to singing in front of a room full of people. I found just what we wanted at a strip mall in Annandale. The place was hilarious -- it was a storefront that was a Korean coffee shop in front. We went in and were led down a dark hallway that was lined with individual karaoke rooms. We went into one and it was awesome! It had it's own little 3'x3' underlit disco floor, a mirrored wall, a bench, a TV and a microphone.

A waitress came to take our order, my mom ordered a chardonnay, I ordered a Sam Adams and Tim ordered a bourbon and coke. The waitress came back with three Miller Lites in cans and a small styrofoam plate with about eight pretzels on it.

We sang many, many songs (we made Krennie sing "Blue Bayou" just so she'd have to try and hit that impossibly high note), but the highlight had to be Canetto's rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody." Of course I love this man, he's my husband. But I don't think I ever felt that love so deeply as I did when watching him sing, "Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?"

1 comment:

Jeff said...

I have no real comment except to say that I am laughing out loud at this post. Out freakin loud.