karaoke!

blurg. i had a nice entry on my karaoke experience last night all written, and then bad computer things happened, so now all you're going to get is this list-summary:

1. karaoke at the new deck tavern (34th and sansom)
2. karl, becky, laura, marc, andy, lauren, jason, lucy, me
3. was gonna sing "i touch myself" by the divinyls
4. in the process of getting liquored up enough to sing, some guy in a cowboy hat (apparently, no one had told him that he was in *philadelphia*, where the cowboy hat is not haute couture) touched HIMself, instead
5. liquored up: 3 shots of goldschlager (yummy gold flakes in every glass!), 1 shot of absolut mandarin (note to copywriter: 1879 to the present is not "more than 400 years"), 1 shot of tequila (sigh. i said "surprise me" after all), and one southern comfort-n-cranberry (i waffle between thinking that's too syrupy and loving it)
6. sang "ants marching" with becky. if we'd been sober, we'd have realized that that song is waaaaaay too low for us. ah well.
7. wandered home, leaning on karl. giggled more than was necessary.
8. once home, i COULD NOT keep my hands off of karl, so we had throbbing, pounding, sweaty, urgent sex for the second time of the night.
9. the first time had been while dinner was heating up, and we ignored the buzzer when it went off.
10. felt like hell when i woke up this a.m. the hangover has passed, but the <ahem> soreness is still around.
11. going to new york tonight for a conference and will surely be imbibing again. though karl will not be there to satisfy my horniness. sigh.