Another thing I don't *get*: Karaoke PEOPLE (not karaoke. Karaoke PEOPLE. )
So I go to this redneck VFW once per week, to sit with my phone while being around veterans noises. I don't want no interaction. So they do karaoke. I've got my earbuds on and am doing my DU/whatever that I could do better at home.
Anyway, so we've all got our music. (Yes, I can hear it with the earbuds on.) And I don't like other people's music. And I was in the high school band where we had to march in parades and do concerts - meaning, performing like monkeys. So I detest performing. So decades ago, alone, I would "conduct" TCHAIKOVSKY with nobody watching. (My mother had gotten used to it while cooking.)
So, these karaoke people are not satisfied with having their favorite music. No, they want to *PERFORM* in front of ---------- WHY?!1
So, I've accommodated to a schedule of gluttony/imbibement with a designated religious fanatic driver for years. And my bladder is uniquely suited to the end of the session, and I have to cross the floor plan to relieve myself at the end before crossing back across the dance floor to get out so as to tolerate the drive home.
And there is this "star" of the karaoke thing, who performs several times, and INVARIABLY when it's close to my departure time and my time to go to the "head" (Navy word) - a.k.a. "latrine" (Army word). AND his preferred stance (he's over 6 feet and is costumed in Western gear) is to be right in my path to get to the head. So I have to cross right by him to get to the head. Plus, for whatever mysterious reason, he FACES forward to the dance floor which is empty, instead of back to where the customers/audience are. So you have to cross right by him.
So tonight he was stationed even further back to the audience, with the entire dance floor empty in front of him, with nowhere for me to get to the head except in front of his CATERWAULING.
So I waited until he had paced frontwards a bit and crossed behind him.
On my way back from the head, I stationed myself back at the wall to wait until he finished his bellowing. And then I made my way towards the exit door. Unaccountably, he waited for me in the middle of the dance floor to shake my hand, and I said to him, audibly, "Look, I hate to interrupt your performances, but I have to get to the head/latrine/whatever while you're performing."
There were some audible laughs and he was extremely gracious. I hate *gracious*.
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I would be mortified to sing in front of a crowd. It does take all kinds, though. Let them how their fun. I can't even watch, nor would I want to listen. I suspect the alcohol helps.
