This is me doing karaoke last week with a group of bloggers.
And here are my awesome boots and sparkly leggings. Love!
Contrary to what it looked like, I only had about five drinks.
I am really very excited without alcohol. And an attention seeker. I LOVE KARAOKE. It’s my calling.
The best bit was singing to songs I actually hate. Untouched by The Veronicas. Telephone by Lady Gaga.
I got into them. Yes I did. I also loved how some of the videos were so 80s and never relating to the song. This here was the clip to The Darkness’s I believe in a thing called love. Okaaaaaaaay.
I loved the yumcha. Blogspot failed loading the yumcha pics.
And this has been my view for a lot of this week.
Sick in bed. I’ve been to work two days, feeling horrid. I’ve been to the doctor. I have been given stronger antibiotics for my thumb (three weeks today and it’s almost better!) and the chest infection. I was warned by the doctor to ‘watch out for pneumonia’ as though it’s lurking around doorways ready to kidnap me. I wish someone warned me to ‘watch out for karaoke’. Lots of the other bloggers who went to karaoke are also sick.
I feel the kind of sick where I am coughing, sneezing, feverish. I am shaky. Hungry yet don’t want to eat. Each cough inside the privacy of my own home is followed by a groan or an ‘oh fuuuuucccckkkk’. This death by karaoke flu has been teamed with a period week and the biggest rollercoaster of emotions because of a situation that I cannot begin to write about. I am not usually the miserable sick. I am chirpy all the time. Except now.
I am cursing the germs I picked up using the communal microphones. Though without them I’d never have been able to live out my dream – singing Truly Madly Deeply to the international video clip and kissing the screen.