That was the title of the joint blog my best friend and I were originally going to have. It was basically the same premise as this blog, the exploits of two single girls. I ended up making this instead, and she was involved with someone on a long term basis.
Last night, she informed me that she was no longer involved... so we planned a celebration, of sorts! We went to Blue Martini for Karaoke Night. I honestly enjoyed myself. Free drinks, an awesome atmosphere, and my best friend makes for an epic night. And an epic night it was...
It's so crazy to realize how close you are to someone when you haven't seen each other nearly as often as times past. She was (is) my best friend, and I'm happy that we still connect so well. She is the Barbie to my Kira, together we are future sailors. We used to have a group of us, and we were all so close. Summer of 2008 was the best summer, the best year, of my entire life. It didn't matter that I lived in Vegas and wasn't even 21. The friends I had, the times we shared, were truly ineffable. I don't know that I will ever live life to the fullest like I did back then. That's silly of me to say, I'm not even 23 yet. I guess that I mean to say that those days are something I can't ever get back, and I'm feeling pretty nostalgic right about now. We talked a lot about how everything was, and how much has changed since then.
This is going to be a rambling post, I already know it. Blame it on the hangover. haha.
Let's get back to last night. It was karaoke night at Blue Martini, and let me just say that they really take their karaoke seriously! When it's your turn, you go up on stage under a crazy amount of lights and the song you pick is performed by a live band. Seriously epic. Several drinks into our evening, we decide to go for it and we enter our submission. I suppose the drinks had already taken their effect and I was under the assumption that we really weren't going to get called up. Then we did. As I stumbled up the stairs, I kept thinking how bad it was that I wore those particular pumps. They're so cute, but so impractical for stair-climbing to karaoke stardom.
The first strains of Bon Jovi's Living On A Prayer were heard, and I couldn't judge the crowd accurately, as the lights were so bright. I didn't have time to feel self-conscious because we were already on... All I know is that the place was packed, and I was about to sing my little asian heart out with my best friend. And sing we did. I got over my nervousness and just got into the song. I guess it's the fact that Bon Jovi is so inspiring, or it could be that the drinks did their job well, who knows. I loved every single second of it. I can't help but feel that we must have been terrible, but we received so many compliments afterward, so we must have done pretty well.
Flash forward a couple of drinks.
We hadn't gotten called up again, and the night started dragging.
My best friend had sent a dirty text to the Other Boy, pretending to be me. He hadn't gone along with it.
A dancing couple had bumped me off of my chair and I had fallen on the ground in an unladylike manner.
The bartender kept giving me water, as I had obviously drank a little too much.
That may or may not have been a factor in us not getting called up again, but it was still highly disappointing. I finally tracked the karaoke girl down, and she promised us that we would be up. Twenty minutes later, we still hadn't gotten called up and it was already the wee hours of the morning. So we left, but not before complaining to the manager.
I forgot to mention that she is casually dating a casino owner, so she has skills that I have yet to attain, when it comes to critiquing a place and letting the establishment know. We walked away with 50 dollars worth of comps for our next visit! I need to work on the art of being sufficiently unsatisfied, that is so crazy. I'm looking at the vouchers now, they're still lying on the floor from when I had stumbled into my apartment.
Which reminds me, I should probably start getting for work... I loved going out with her last night. Being single isn't so bad, I feel. We might not be actively on the prowl, but it's fun to go out with an open mind.
I really have to start getting ready now. My knee is bloody and I'm sure questions will be asked if I just leave it uncovered. I wonder where my Hello Kitty band-aids are...? ;]
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