Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Pretty Darn Nervy ...

... that's all I can say.


One of our neighbours turned sixty on the weekend, and her family had a big party for her. So it was, that Saturday evening found Me and My Cuppa at a lodge by the lake. While lodge can sound pretty highfalutin, this was a pretty ordinary place although it does overlook the water, one that I would happily visit again sometime, perhaps for a good breakfast and a great view. However, this occasion was in the evening. We arrived rather late, after dinner ... and, somewhat surprisingly to us, just in time for karaoke.


I suppose that Me and My Cuppa have led pretty sheltered lives, but we had never before been exposed to karaoke. Cuppa's got a decent voice, and, while I don't, I can at least carry a tune — more or less — so we thought we'd give it a go.


We thumbed and fumbled through the song title catalogue, back and forth, forth and back, searching, in vain as it turns out, for a song that we might know and that we might be able to sing. I dunno, but among the thousand of songs listed, we didn't seem to know many. Oh, we knew bits of tunes here and fragments of lyrics there, but that was it for the most part. We should have given up, I suppose, but, in the interest of being good sports, we were determined to find something. We really shouldn't have. Really!


It must have been in a moment of insanity that we picked the old Sonny and Cher classic, I Got You Babe. I mean to say, we all know that one, sort of. Well, that's what we thought, Me and My Cuppa, but we were wrong. We started behind, sang intermittently as we kept losing our way. Sometimes, we even found ourselves ahead. It was rather funny when Cuppa looked at me in relief that it was all over, only to have me point to the screen to tell her that the song was still going on. To put it mildly: we stunk! Perhaps you can ascertain the look of puzzlement my face in the shot below.



Now, there was a time when I might have been mortified, but I didn't really mind the other night. We joined in rather than hang back, and I don't believe that anybody thinks any less of us for our sorry performance. They are unlikely to ever ask us for an encore, however, but I can live with that.


Apparently, it would be best for all if I continue to confine my singing to my own house — which I do with regularity. Make a joyful noise and all that.


 

12 comments:

mreddie said...

The pic is classic!! Love it! Cuppa giving it the old college try and the other person seems to have lost his way. :) You're one up on me though, because I don't think I would have tried.

My best singing is when I'm alone and in the shower. I like the post! ec

kathy said...

HA! thats what it says behind your neck! oh come on...i bet it was pretty good! i can't sing at all...im really awful.

Gina said...

Great picture! It definitely got me laughing!

But not at your expense, AC, really....

Mel said...

That picture does say a thousand words, doesn't it? I especially like the angle of the microphones! Hilarious!

Granny said...

Your Cuppa looks like she's having a good time at least. Really funny and much braver than I would be, at least these days.

Simply Coll said...

hehehe.. sounds like a fun time.

Debra said...

So funny! Thanks for sharing your new adventure with us... Debra

Wendy C. said...

I love this story! Thank you for sharing...I hope that me and my sweetie will be as much fun after 35 years...on second thought, why wait!

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Karla said...

Oh what a fun night that must have been. Personally, I embarrass even myself singing in the shower. My mom, on the other hand, even though we share the same horrid singing voices, has been deemed "McDonna" (short for McDonald Madonna) in our small town because if there is a Karaoke party to be found, she is there. Sometimes with bells on...literally….

Lora said...

You are gutsier then I, I've enertained the idea of doing karaoke, but never quite done it. Plus when I get nervous my lungs stop working. A solist I will never be.

Dale said...

Much harder than it looks, eh? Good for you to be brave and try it. Vulnerability is really quite attractive at times.

The MacBean Gene said...

The only time I'm allowed to sing is in church and then my wife has to stiffle laughter.