!@#$ You Can't Make Up
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So, tonight was one of those rare nights when the missus and I actually went out without children in tow. We went to a movie (Fright Night -- don't bother) and then off to a local pub for some karaoke.
When we got to the pub, the karaoke host seemed rather excited by our arrival. He rushed over and told us that, as per our request, he had recently acquired several Jonathan Coulton songs. And so of course that's what we sang.
At one point while the missus was off visiting with friends, the largest, most muscular, most shaved-headed (is that a word? well it is now) guy in the place walked up to me. You know the type. Six-foot-five, white t-shirt that seems to be three sizes too small, biceps the size of most folks' thighs....
Anyway, he said he really enjoyed my song, and followed that up with the words that normally send ice flowing through many a man's veins....
"Y'know, I'm not gay but...."
Now, not being the sort to experience the 'chill', I responded with a paraphrase from Stripes.
"But willing to learn, right?" I asked.
Well, as it turned out, he was there with his wife and daughter, and his daughter said she wouldn't sing unless he walked over and gave 'that guy in the Hawaiian shirt' a kiss on the cheek. So of course I responded as any red-blooded man would:
"Plant one on me, buster."
A few minutes later, a beer arrived at my table. It was from him. I blew him a kiss and winked. I thought he was going to dissolve into a puddle. It was quite funny.
So there was my good deed for the night.
It reminded me, though, of the night a few weeks ack when my 18-year-old daughter was visiting from Vancouver. Making sure that it was OK in advance -- there are rules in Ontario about the circumstances under which an underaged person can be in a bar -- we took her to the same pub.
She didn't sing, but I decided to make her night memorable by singing Adam Sandler's '
She looked like she wanted to die. Mission accomplished.
Or, as I said to her later, "Hey, it's not like I'll have to pay for your therapist."
Her retort? "Well, at least you didn't dedicate to me."
(I need to try harder. The kids aren't fazed by me anymore....)
Anyway, tonight I sang
They say it like they're mortified, but every now and then one of them will add in a mumbled "Thank God."
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