Fortunately we chose last Thursday to eat dinner at Harry A's, home of the enormous menu: karaoke night.
(Apparently Harry is a bit of a smarty pants, and when a patron asked if the already-large menus could BE any bigger, Harry proved that, yes, indeed they could.)
Aren't my tan lines sexy? Good thing I don't have prom this weekend.
This dude here was really good. And cute. His name is Shane, and he could flat sing. So my fearless sister accosted him and by the end of the night, we were all great friends. I have video of Shane singing, but it won't load. Too darn bad for you. He actually made it through several rounds of auditions for Nashville Star.
By the end of the night we were just totally silly. Must've been all the sun.
Shane is getting a big hug because he indulged me and sang a Kenny Chesney song, even though his voice is much deeper than KC's. It's rather unfortunate that my arm is all mooshed out like that. I'm lifting weights while I type. And I blame the camera angle. Oh yes, I did.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Beach Singalong
Posted by Stephanie at 12:12 AM
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You look like you had a blast! I'm so glad. I'm also glad to see that you ladies weren't dressed alike for your night out.
Try the videos again! Sometimes it takes me a few times.
Okay, I'll try it again tonight! And, here's the thing, on my other computer, I finally figured out which way to turn the camera so the videos wouldn't be sideways. But apparently, when they load on the Mac, they should be videoed the other way. So, mine are all crooked.
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