My fun yet mortifying evening...

So, I opted to go ahead and go to the bar tonight... I haven't been to karaoke in forever, and it was another opportunity to see Chris. I met a friend there, but she didn't show up till about 2 hours after I did. But anywho... here is how this evening played out.

I walk into the bar, and immediately go up to the DJ who is a friend of mine and say hello. As I am talking to him, Chris comes up behind me to make sure that I am aware that it's wednesday night, and to make sure I didn't get my days confused. :rolleyes: He's a dork. Then I sit down, relax, sip on my soda... and quickly realize that I forgot to get cigarettes on my way to the bar, and am almost out. So I go to the cigarette machine in the back of the bar, and pay way too much for a pack of cigarettes. As I'm putting money into the machine, Chris comes up behind me and starts talking about these customers he had just had, who were total bitches... we talked for about 10-20 minutes about raising kids and what freedoms they should have and whatnot... then he got a little busy and I went and sat back down. I sang a couple songs, ("These Boots Are Made For Walkin" by Nancy Sinatra and "What's Up" by 4 Non-Blondes for anyone who cares...) and then my friend finally shows up... I had asked Chris when we were talking what song he thought I should sing, and he said, "I don't know, something perverted." So I turned in "I Touch Myself" by The Divinyls... it's my signature song. :smile: So, when it's my turn to sing, I walked up and grabbed a mic... and my wonderful DJ friend goes, "This song is dedicated to Scary (Chris' nickname)" and then plays the song. I was freakn mortified! I had to sing it at that point, but all I wanted to do was get swallowed by a black hole. Once the song started, the DJ went back and sat with/talked to Chris while I sang. After the song, I informed the DJ how embarrassed he had made me, and he said that Chris was just as embarrassed if not more... he said that was a good sign, though, because if he wasn't interested in me, he wouldn't have cared. I think he's full of shit, but whatever. I sat down, smoked a cigarette, and then left... and didn't make eye contact with Chris at all. I couldn't bear to. The DJ tried to keep me from leaving, then said I should at least go over and say goodbye to Chris, but I couldn't... not after that. Too embarrassing. So, now I'm at home, laying in bed, relaxing, and trying to forget that tonight ever happened. :frown1:

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Don't shoot him. DJs are used to that. Wreck his wheels, that will really hurt.
 

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