Another first: I'd never done karaoke before last night. We had dinner at a restaurant/bar, and Karaoke Night was about to begin as we were finishing dinner. We stayed because my 12-year-old nephew wanted to sing, and before I really thought it through, I'd agreed to sing Amy Winehouse's "Rehab". I was wearing a pink summer top, green capri pants and sandals, a ponytail, and pearls, and I looked like I'd never had a drink harder than a white wine spritzer. Yes, I've been black, but these people didn't know. My 8 year old back up singer in his "Swimmer of the Week" tshirt inflicted even more damage on my already deeply compromised street cred. I saw the words "four bar intro" on the monitor, then I saw a sea of "she can't pull this off" faces, and then I just sang. It wasn't too bad. I realized, when it was too late to turn back, that I really don't know that song very well at all. Should I ever agree to do karaoke again, I'll be sure to choose a song that I really know. Still, it could have been worse.
My sister's computer is on very limited battery life, so this is all for now. We'll be here until Saturday, but I don't expect that I'll be appearing live on stage again this week.