As the baddest rapper there ever could be.
Now I’m feelin’ the highs and you’re feelin’ the lows,
The beat starts gettin’ into your toes
You start poppin’ your fingers and stompin’ your feet
And movin’ your body while while you’re sitting in your seat
–The Sugarhill Gang/Rapper’s Delight
We went up to Tequila Hill tonight and ended up having an unexpected evening of karaoke instead of my staying home and writing as originally planned. First it was supposed to be an unexpected evening of dominoes, so the karaoke was even more unexpected than the unexpected.
I am writing this between songs. That’s rude, isn’t it? Well. People are used to that from me.
Uh oh.
Nancy Sinatra.
Be right back. Gotta sing.
Johnny Cash. Ring of Fire. Folsom Prison Blues. I Walk The Line.
The Ramones wanted me to be sedated but I wasn’t.
Most boring blog post ever, I grant you, but we had a great time.
One word of advice though: if you are a group of middle aged white people, do not attempt to do Rapper’s Delight. Just don’t.
And, yes. We did Super Freak.
Thanks, Rick and Chelle.
Good to see you, Doctor.
I am so glad that I do not have to run a 5K tomorrow like y’all do.
Love you all, but I am a little distressed by how well Chelle and I knew the words and tune to Like A Virgin…it may take me some time to recover from the shame.
Free Bird.
Where’s my lighter?
