  Karaoke Videos Last night was spent drinking way too much Woodchuck beer and singing karaoke at the neighborhood bar with my best friends, Jenna and Stef. A little Tammy Wynette, Joan Jett, The Beatles, Sir Mix-a-lot and Pat Benatar for me. Jenna was partial to The Dixie Chicks' "Sin Wagon" and Dale Evans' "Happy Trails," Stefani to Willie Nelson, Gloria Gaynor and Nancy Sinatra. We rocked the house, we three babes. We were funny, bawdy and sexy. Smart, silly and slightly inebriated. Grown men were hooting and hollering. All three of them, especially when I decided to sing "Baby Got Back. " The bar didn't know what to think at first. This is an old-school, no profanity or "anaconda as phallus reference" type of joint. It took awhile for the hooting and hollering to commence, but when it did, boy howdy, watch out. We were it last night. And some where, every one should feel the itness a dive karaoke bar may bring to your inner diva or Devo. But as the night wore on, and our voices with it, my friends and I noticed a strange phenomena: The Karaoke Video.
Have you watched these? 'Cause you really should next time. I think all karaoke videos were filmed in the mid-80s and they usually involve a woman getting out of her bathtub, dressing and then hopping on the back of her boyfriend's motorcycle ("I Love Rock 'N Roll") or a young blonde boy with a bowl cut pining after his divorced or dead dad with his emotionally wraught mom looking at pictures (some Willie Nelson song). These videos are a lost art and I think someone, maybe me, should do a visual anthropology project on these things. They're that amusing. All in all, we three babes woke this morning at 10 a.m. after our karaoke/slumber party affair.
I dragged them to Mama's for breakfast (of the chocolate cake & coffee fame) and then said goodbye and thought, as I was driving away, that there are some people in the world who help you feel more alive and more able to do the things you wish in your solitary heart. 
