Can anyone think of a better way to ring in 29 than singing poorly with your girlfriends at a dive bar in LA? It’s hard to say what the best part was… watching the elderly regulars duet, do-si-do-ing with the guy in the wheelchair, mistaking the sweet cocktail waitress for a hooker…
According to all the pictures we took, I was really into my ice cream cone HAPPY BIRTHDAY balloon, which was tied to my wrist all night and helped give me the courage to sing and dance in front of strangers:
A low point in the night was when the balloon became detached from me, which seemed to have made me really stressed:
Luckily, one male friend had snuck into our “girls only” karaoke night and LUCKILY he’s very tall. “Hobart” (or “tall guy” as he’s also referred to in the above video) saved the day and rescued my balloon from the ceiling. Phew!
All in all, it was a wonderful way to ring in the final year of my twenties. So wonderful that I slept on La’s couch last night and am wearing her clothes today at work.
PS if you’re dying to know how terribly lali karaokes, suffer through this:
AND, if you ask sweetly enough, I can show you evidence of Sasha singing Madonna, JDB rapping to the Gorillaz, LJ speed singing REM and barely missing a word, and La channeling her inner Lisa Loeb. What a fun night with great friends!
Love you all!