Karaoke?!

That's right. Against every natural instinct within my body. I went out to Karaoke last night.

I really wasn't sure what to expect. I've never been to a karaoke night before, and my only real knowledge of it comes from what I've seen on TV and in Movies. It was fantastic.

Some of the people I've been getting to know from around town were going, so I kind of invited myself. It's kind of an open event like #thurspintsw which I've posted about before, but I'm still always nervous about just showing up places by myself.

As usual, met a few great new people along the way too.

The song book was passed around. I took a look, but wasn't really sure about singing. Added a little liquid courage, and after listening to some other folks sing, decided I should take the plunge. Being my first time out, I really should have picked some old standard type songs, but I didn't. I picked "I See Fire" by Ed Sheeran, which is a fantastic song, and is easy to sing along to in the car, but not as easy at karaoke. Ouch... first thing I noticed, it's hard to hear yourself a little bit... kinda wish I'd had monitors... now I understand why artists use them. Second rotation came around and I decided I should do something a little more rockin'. So, "Round Here" by Florida Georgia Line was written on the little slip of paper. I had two slips with me. The other was "Leaving On A Jet Plane," the John Denver classic. Should have gone with that one. Realizing quickly that karaoke is really about songs everyone can kinda sing along with. I put in "Leaving On A Jet Plane" but the rotation didn't make it back around. :( Next time. Next time? Yep. Definitely!

The night finished with our whole gang up and dancing and singing to Madonna's "Ray of Light". It was noted later that the singer was surprised that I knew "every nanosecond" of the song. That was, by far, the highlight of the night. Everybody singing, everybody dancing, everybody laughing! Madonna rocks and that song is amongst her best, but not my favourite off that album. "Little Star" will continue to hold that honour for me.

I still didn't get up the guts to ask the girl who's number I'd really like for her number. Shy Zed strikes again. My self confidence is building, but I guess it's still not quite where I'd like it. That sweet spot between afraid to speak and obnoxiously arrogant. That's a really big space... I hope I'll soon get up the nerve to ask, so we could be in slightly more frequent communication.

So, once again, Zed has travelled miles and miles outside his comfort zone and survived. Who'd have thought?