Last weekend, Morgan and I finally went out for Karaoke again (it had been a while, especially for two mic-hogs like us) and it was the most fun I've had at Karaoke for a while. The place was packed. It seemed that either everyone had the same idea as us OR they were so sick of their families, they had to booze up and sing out the pain. Not so for Morgan and I. We just wanted to have fun.
And fun we had. Whilst looking for a table, we made some unlikely friends. Some big guys were getting up and I went over asked them if they were leaving. No, they said, but we could sit with them. That turned out to be an awesome choice because they were super fun. We drank just a little too much, made fun of the regulars, and laughed ourselves hoarse.
Morgan having entirely too much fun. And I get such a Man Ray vibe off this shot, don't you? I am a badass photog with a brilliant model. Win!
And just a brief word about Karaoke. Well, it will be more than one word, but you get me. One thing I love about it is that we've become part of the regulars. We walk in and the dude puts in our names. It's so completely awesome. The other regulars are quite comical as well. There's Karaoke Bitch. Total diva. Thinks she's Kelly Clarkson but with long dark locks and a serious diva attitude. Then there's Parrot Guy. He earned this name on Halloween when he dressed as a pirate, complete with a parrot. You can see his costume here and judge for yourself. But he's generally pretty damn scary. He sings these crazy metal songs and he's always jumping around hitting things. We try and steer clear, but it's not always easy. Then there is Draco Malfoy. If you don't get the Harry Potter reference, just go shoot yourself now and save me the trouble. But really, this dude is like Draco in a few years after he's shot his dad and gotten addicted to meth. He wears all black, has bleached hair shaved on the sides and super long on top. Think log mohawk. And he also has a spiked labret piercing just below his lips. Now before you judge me for judging him, we all thought he was just a Harry Potter character and kind of got a kick out of it until he sang. He sings quite frightening music. Something you might sing at an animal sacrifice perhaps. So yeah, he's...yeah. Pretty sure he probably also owns Nazi paraphernalia and/or a hooded white cloak. Just saying.
What else? I drove out to Los Angeles yesterday to have dinner with my cousins, our aunt, and John who is practically family now. And it was super fun. Sushi, beer, and good conversation is always a recipe for a fantastic time. It's always amazing to me that I have known these people (except John) for just about my whole life. And in some ways, we're all the same. I know them to my core. It's all familiar. But on the other hand, it's so fascinating to watch us grow and change and navigate our relationship in the process. It's amazing, really.
And today I spent with my dad. We had our Christmas time. He and I went to Ikea to get my present from him and to spend a gift card from my aunt. Ikea can be a little frustrating and we got a little exhausted trying to find what I wanted in stock while staying in budget and traversing that maze of a store without too many breaks. I didn't get all I wanted, but oh well. I did get a very nice chair for my living room (hopefully I can get the matching one in the future) and two side tables.
Then Pops and I went to see Avatar, which I must say, I enjoyed. I knew that it was going to be Pocahontas in space and it kind of was. Well, it was but the idealized version. I don't want to give anything away, but it was like Pocahontas taking on the entire British Commonwealth. And it was beautiful to be sure. If you want 3 hours of very, very pretty, you should see this. It's very, VERY pretty. And I have to say, I like post colonial commentary set in a very pretty world. It works for me. I would have liked it even if it wasn't so visually enticing, but it was, so that's just a nice perk. The plot was a little thin, but what the hell. If you but into the message and the characters, just let yourself get sucked in and enjoy it. Fine holiday fun.
Aaaaand home is where I find myself now. Exhausted, dying to start season 2 of Heroes. I must explain. I'd never watched Heroes until last Sunday. I tried a couple of years ago, but I started to far into it and I had no idea who anybody was or what the hell was going on. Well, all the seasons are available to play instantly through Netflix now. And oh boy and I screwed. At the risk of sounding like a tremendous nerd with absolutely no life (TOO LATE!), I have to say that I watched all of season one between Sunday and today. And that's between all of these activities I just told you. I've been staying up late and watching as I eat breakfast. I finally finished the last episode of the season this morning. It was such a relief! I am such an addict now. At the end of each episode, when it says, to be continued, I scream NOOOOO! Those three words kill me. I just have to know what happens next. This show is genius and I cannot believe I am just now discovering it. I am so totally screwed.