Last night was Co-op night at Arsenal Lanes in Lawrenceville. Lots of drinking and lots of bowling with the people I work with. And something else too: it was "bowlaroke" night. Bowling, plus alcohol, plus karaoke.
I'd never really done karaoke before. I sort of did it once, at an Antioch reunion, but that was "Love Shack," and there were at least seven of us up onstage doing it. And unixd0rk and lilostitch and I had karaoke set up at our birthday party last year, but even then I was just an observer, not a participant.
So maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that lots of my friends were doing it, but somehow I got up the nerve and filled out the little slip of paper and threw myself into the mix. And what song do you think I did? "You Oughta Know" by Alanis Morissette. Let's just ponder for a moment how drunk I must've been to belt out lyrics such as "is she perverted like me?" and "are you thinking of me when you fuck her?" to a room full of coworkers, and, yes, our General Manager too.
Incidentally, our General Manager said I did such a great job of it that he gave me a $5 tip and told me to go get myself another drink. Um, yea.
Oh, and of all the random things, momacress was there too, even though she hasn't worked at The Co-op in about six months now. Turns out she just happened to be at the bowling alley for one of her husband's friend's birthday parties or something. Weird.
At any rate, I definitely did continue to drink, and ended up closing down the place with pghwob and Lisa, one of our Board Members. Things get kind of fuzzy after that, but I gather that we were all too drunk to drive, because I definitely didn't wake up in my own bed (or apartment) this morning.
Then today I took n0thingman out for his pre-birthday lunch. It was kind of frustrating -- I'd really been looking forward to that, but was unfortunately very much in the midst of hangover hell when we got together. We still had fun -- lunched and then wandered the Strip District and ultimately just came back here and sat around talking -- but ideas like Chinese food were definitely more than what my stomach was prepared to handle in that moment. Oh well. Now I have leftovers.