Ici moi a la fete de naissance du Kimberly. Je suis heureuse, n'est-ce pas? Malheureusement, non. Pourquoi? C'est simple:
Un: elles essaient karaoke
Deux: Je ne peux pas parler en Francais plus
Dang! Karaoke does that to moi.
When moi arrived, moi asked Kimberly when the male strippers would arrive. "Not coming" she replied. "How about the pole for pole dancing?" moi enquired. "Can't get it to stay up" she reported. A feeling of dread overcame moi. "That means that the entertainment will be...?" moi hesitantly queried her. "That's right" she said "Karaoke"
Double dang!
Moi, laughing on the outside, crying "Why? Karaoke! Why?" on the inside
Soon, alas, the playlist was being consulted and Karice(above, POSING with moi) was belting out the standards. <SIGH!>
Fortunately, moi's friend Michelle #3 showed up, whom moi has not seen in a mois du dimanches
POSING ensued
And moi, Michelle #3 and Carla sat around the dining table, catching up and striving mightily to ignore SOME DUDE WITH A MOHAWK, also sitting at the table