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kristi and laura got married on the same day, so this photo is them stretching their faces in preparation for a full, long day of smiling too much.

we started the party at the red stag supper club for elegance and stylishness then moved over to the u otter stop inn for karaoke and lettin’ loose.

we had to call her “bride-to-be kristi” during karaoke because there was another gal named kristi singing that night, as well. towards the end of the night it became a fun thing to yell. everyone at bars at 2 a.m. is loud.

i know jen is blurry but she came specially from hawaii for this get-together (okay, not really) so i wanted to post this photo.

i don’t remember why we asked this gal to be in a photo with us, but she did an amazing rendition of celine dion later in the evening. no, really. she belted that sucker! also she reminded me of jenny lewis.

kristi insisted on helping me sing kim carnes so i eventually just gave her a microphone.

kristi really didn’t want to stop believin’ — she wanted to hold on to that fee-e-e-lin’… of being the bride-to-be (and center of attention). she may deny it, but she enjoyed the limelight, i think.

the following morning, we went to brunch and she held up surprisingly well.

fun with friends!

So, practicing being a big girl in the city, I opted to bus to Legend’s for karaoke last night. I met Barry there and there was an unusual crowd… they were fun and funny, but quite diverse. It felt like everyone knew everyone else. Anyway, I’m always early and submittin’ a million songs right away, so Brenda sang and then I was her look-how-much-fun-karaoke-is! demo girl (which has happened several times before, I’m so eager to rock). I started with Frente!’s “Labor of Love,” moved to Veruca Salt’s “Volcano Girls” (which is a really fun song to sing methinks), then it was almost time to go home, so I told Brenda to pick a good one from my three remaining submissions. She picked TLC’s “Waterfalls.” I had tried this one before, but Left Eye’s rap had been cut out. I picked a different song number and this time got the rap! And it was awesome and I felt awesome and I mostly nailed it! Then I was out of breath, but the crowd was quite excited for a little white girl rapper and they gave me such an adrenaline boost! Hence the karaoke high. Woop! Barry sang one more song, then asked Brenda if we could “Time Warp” before we left. (Barry: “We could do that.” Me: “Sure, we could try it sometime.” Barry: “We could do it tonight.” Me: “I dare you!”) She sang and danced with us and it was all good fun, woo. All this rocking and we left by 11:30pm!

Meanwhile, my fish are at home creating a lot of noise with their rocks. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but I think they’ve buried the little sickly catfish and are creating a new fort. They are quite the little army, probably plotting my demise. (When I moved them to the new apartment, I had the tetra, the big poo-eater, and 12 catfish — including the sickly one.)

I’m such a nerd! I have such a karaoke high right now! It was a good night.

Kristi kept her promise that she would go with me to karaoke for a little while and Jen seemed pretty excited about going. I told Joe that I would be attending this week because I felt bad for not returning his call last week. Well, there was a huge crowd of kids who were all about singing (and they were good, but their singing prevented my singing, which is the only singing I am concerned with) so I only sang two songs. Jen and one of her coworkers decided to leave around 11:30 to go to a Roseville cop’s party. Kristi wanted to leave at midnight. I gave up and left with Kristi, too. I talked to RPM a little bit about how I’m moving and may not make to Legend’s karaoke as much as I would like. Total bummer, but he promised he would drunk-dial me sometime. Maybe I will have a house-warming party and invite him and Brenda. Oh, plus Brenda was on vacation last night, so that’s an extra bummer for the night.

Also yesterday I decided to leave work early and went to Target with Jen. I was just intending to get a few cleaning supplies, but also found a supercute “sleeping gown” in the girls’ section. It’s polyester and covered with garden gnomes! So I bought that and wore it to karaoke last night. It was fun but I don’t wear short skirts very often and I felt self-conscious the whole time. I also bought more socks because I’m not ready for flip-flops at work and I don’t have many socks that aren’t knee-high now. I kind of went obsesso-nuts with the knee-high socks this past winter.

So I spent too much money at Target, which is always the case. Then we went to dinner at Totino’s, which has nothing to do with the frozen pizza, I guess. (Jen also loved that the original owners fell in love at the Viking on West Bank.) It’s a broken-down gangster paradise on Central and Hennepin. Jen got tortellini, I got a small pizza and we split garlic cheese bread. My pizza had a faint taste of soap, but red pepper flakes fixed it right up. Everyone there (except Jen, me and the waitresses) was over 50 years old, for sure. The restaurant also recently celebrated their 55^th anniversary. I wish I was more impressed. They do have a small (free) parking lot, however, and that is a bonus for the neighborhood.

Tonight I will watch Must-See-TV on NBC and wash the walls in the kitchen. I’m going to dance on the counters, whee!

My time living so close to Legend’s is running out. I might make it next week and the week after (though Brenda will be gone, so maybe I won’t) but who knows when I’ll have the energy to bus from downtown just to sing karaoke at Legend’s on a Wednesday night! There is a bus that would pick up a block from my new apartment and drop off a block from Legend’s… but that seems like a lot of work… for karaoke? I’m not sure. I’m feeling conflicted (because although I like pretending I’m a rockstar, I sure can be lazy).

I started feeling sick last night after dinner. My head was throbbing and my shoulders were tense… I tried stretching and moving but nothing helped. I was determined to head to karaoke, though, as Barry had already asked me if I was going and I had made him study “Jackson” by Johnny Cash and June Carter just so he could sing it with me. I also wasn’t sure if Jen or Jason would make it, so I thought I’d better be there just in case.

When I arrived it was noisy and dark. Darker than usual. I ordered tea in the hope that maybe it’d have some muscle-relaxant effects. It didn’t, and the mug tasted like stale coffee anyway (yuck, yuck, yuck). I drank one mug of Blue Moon (it comes with an orange slice = Vitamin C = health-helper?) then drank about 4 tall glasses of water the rest of the night. I didn’t feel great this morning, either, but continually calling in sick after karaoke nights might look bad. So I got myself out of bed and got myself out of the house and got myself to work. I’m feeling better than I did, but I could still complain if you want me to.

Anyway! So there were very many people at the Legend’s last night. Over half the crowd was celebrating a dude’s 21^st birthday. They were relatively okay and tolerable (until they got so used to the people in their posse being the only singers that they actually booed when it was my turn to sing [for the third time, all night, at about 1:15am] but someone that was being friendly with that group stuck his hand in the air and said “Amy has props!” and it seemed to me that it is good to have props and I caught him waving his hands along to my song so Thank You to that guy), but there were some other crazies that had great potential to wreck the evening. Some hyperactive youth bothered Brenda while she was trying to sing her song, started dancing next to her on the stage and ran into the karaoke machine, interrupting Brenda’s song and clearly pissing her off. Some other dude decided to stand on stage while others performed — he even picked up a microphone during someone’s song and sang back-up. There was some serious karaoke etiquette-breaking. I was so grumpy and tired that eventually I leaned over to Barry and said, “Who are these people?? I hate these people!” Towards the end, some very large dude decided to start screaming at me and my company (Barry, RPM and RPM’s friend, Andy) and I just so didn’t have the energy.

Barry gave me a ride home and I think I had fallen asleep before my head even hit my pillow.