OK - I got talked into karaoke. It's 1 a.m. and I have to be at work at 6 a.m. My eyes are watering from the smoke. I smell like an ashtray - but we had one hell of a good time and that's all that counts.
Gambino's is serious karaoke. Those people can sing. We don't bring talent to the table, like most of these guys - but we (myself and the other six co-workers coerced into coming) are the best damn entertainers in the house, if I must say so myself. Our repertoire tonight?
- Car Wash
- 9 to 5
- Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (we were the girl singers with Josh)
- Our grand finale: Hollaback Girl (of course)
'Cause I ain't no Hollaback girl! Uh-huh, Uh-huh. ;)
Sleep...I need sleep. And no more food. And no more alcohol. No more smiling. No more talking. No more loud music. Must go to bed tomorrow night. (If you think it's tiring to go to a convention, you don't know nothing till you put one on!)