On Saturday, we did a 1 AM run to the Groundhog on Bloor because we were craving karaoke. kirsten did a search online and we called all these places and we found this to be the only one that wasn't filled with old white guys in trucker hats (even though I was totally gungho for some ol' tavern.
We got there and picked our songs. We got so rowdy that we started heckling other singers. And was consistently shushed. I was also with my new buddy, some guy I just met and completely clicked.. So that was a lot of fun. We'll call him Mr. Framer. More stories about him later but let's just say he's a Scottish hooligan who I only just met and we spent the entire weekend together. And he excites me so much. And he's very protective of me so it's nice to hang out with a really macho guy for once. Makes me feel invincible. Oh, the stories for the next few entries!
Anyway, Mister Framer did a nice little rendition of a Doors song and Kirsten did a sexy throaty Like A Virgin.
I, of course, always go for the classics so I chose obby Darin's Mack The Knife. My safety song. Thank god, cuz I originally chose The Darkness.
Anyway, here I am singing. At one point, the room (who hated us before) started clapping, the annoyed MC started singing along and people got up to SWING DANCE! I mean, what the fuck! Check out my Taiwan popstar seriousness and how my buck teeth match the Groundhog Pub's logo! Haha.
