I sang karaoke Friday night and it was so much fun I can't even tell you. Even my homeboy sang. We did a duet of Meatloaf's Paradise By The Dashboard Light, and the DJ guy Tom was like, "She's good." Hee. I also sang "Fever". This was all after I completely bombed trying to sing a number from Chicago, because I couldn't find the right key. Ouch!
All I did this weekend was eat out and drink. I didn't get home from karaoke until almost 4AM, because we hit White Castle afterward (*note to self, remember how sick you were Saturday the next time you think of doing that.) and my mom totally reamed me. I guess you never stop being a mother to your almost forty-year old daughter with three kids of her own. After the shower, which was lovely btw, I had a wonderful dinner out with JoBee. She thinks I should take a mutual friend to the reunion to relive his "glory days" of flirting with and dating half the cast of our school play. I am considering it.
I went back to bed again this morning after bus time. Not good. Must stop that. Life demands my attention.