SCARE-aoke

This night will live on in infamy:

Truly.
My neighborhood pals and I went out last night for open mic (I have new fans :):):) ) and also to what at first was jokingly refered to as SCARE-aoke. I was supposed to go to band practice after I got done with open mic. My pal Jo REALLY wanted to sing karaoke. She never has, it has always been a dream of hers, but she was scared. She begged me to do it with her. Now, the moral dilema here was: do I honor my prior commitment or do I help someone actualize their wishes? Well, now that I'm a Reverend, I believe it is a duty to help someone fulfill their dream if it is within my capabilities. More of a joy than an obligation, really.
Last night all the sketchiest of sketchy people crawled out of the walls. Or should I say forest?It's not like we live in a dangerous place. When we got back home from the bars I drew our cast of characters so we could remember them all. Here is the first el Creepo:

We called him Dodgy Drew. Very on edge. Sketchy McSketcherton. Ended up making aggressive sexual advances on all three of us individually. Super gross. We sent him packing on his ear. Not in a physical way, but in a "We are all in committed relationships so no thank you" kind of way.

I love the guys that come up asking for a cigarette (even if you are obviously not smoking, doesn't matter) then start to try to mac on you. They are begging for a hand out, on multiple levels, and I don't like it. His broken front tooth was not the thing that was the turn off mind you, it was the total lack of being able to verbalize a coherent thought because he was so drunk. We are fairly certain he was on something else to.

It kinda fits that this guy is a little blurry, cause he was more worse for wear than that Snaggle Tooth. He was so tall. I could barely make out the words that were coming out of his mouth and had to have him repeat himself to me a number of times. He made it clear that he wasn't trying to hit on me, so for that kindness I gave him a few good laughs. He begged me to drink with him. I didn't understand a good portion of what he said, but he did slur to me: "You are fun to be around." Isn't that sweet?

Girl fight cubed! At the karaoke bar there were 6 fights broken up. That's what the bartender said. I only saw 3, but that was more than enough. At karaoke? Aren't we all supposed to be having fun and singing?

This guy is a trip. Generous on some levels, sexual predator on others. A sneak attacker. He gets our guard down with good conversation than makes passes that are uninvited.

Ummmmm... the Mountain Man was cute. I liked the Mountain Man. He gave me a compliment than offered to buy me a drink. I turned the drink down, though, with all the crazy shit that was going on around us I wanted all my wits about me. Which helped me be able to fully enjoy this moment:

We picked out Dancing Queen by ABBA. At first Jo was shy and barely singing in to the mic. Then about half way through the song there she was- singing her heart out. Belting in to the microphone like she owned it. And it was BEAUTIFUL. I was glad to be up on stage with her and witness her dream come true. I get warm fuzzies just thinking about it.

I'd swim through a sea of the wild wacko wednesdays to get the chance to do it again, too.