Rarrrrrr!

Dancing with my-self-ah!

Bearly's was totally fun last night. I must go every week now. I sang Madonna's Get Into the Groove and Love Shack with Nathan, even though he's the kareoke whore and hogs everything. Julia sang a hirlarious rendition of Rave On. Mimi called me crazy (I think). Alfred rocks the inflated guitar like no one can. Stephen is a talented country western singe and does an awesome dance move of jumping back and forth like a skier would over mougals (sp?)- not at the same time, mind you, but both are equally awesome.

Oh, and NOTHING clears a room like a sincere (yuck) rendition of My Funny Valentine.
Poor guy, whoever he was. He was serious. I think he was a friend of that Ritchie guy from Canadian Idol. Ritchie. That was too weird. He's not even that good. Well, technically good, but not fun good-and what's the good in that? It's a fucking party, man! Kareoke, man! Billy Idol, man!