I don't...I don't really understand last night. I mean, I had a revelation, a moment, like a piecing bolt of lightning, where I wasn't a sociopath? Where I was like "it is like all of these people...have stories when they leave here!" Jennifer totally busted me not being a solipsist for a minute. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. Yesterday was the Eleven-Books Club meeting for Jennifer's book pick, Art Girls Are Easy (my review) by Julie Klausner. After we babysat Olivia, people started coming over. First fatbutts, then carmyarmyofme (her review is here), followed by littlewashu (her review here) &...this is it. None of our new members have made it yet. We did get to pipe in fordmadoxfraud (his review here) via Google Hangouts. Terra was flying back from Borneo to China, so we haven't tried out two people on Hangouts, though we have enough computers that it might not even matter. Anyhow, we only had so much to talk about; we all disliked it, pretty much all for the same reasons. I mean, we spent an enjoyable hour picking it apart, though. We drank a bunch of wine & beer, & I picked the next book, The Hum & the Shiver, by Alex Bledsoe. I really like those Eddie LaCrosse books, & onatopofthings really liked Hum..., so I have high hopes. This is where...things get a little more confusing.
Lilly was all "let's do karaoke! I know a place just around the corner!" & Carmen was all "my baby is all set on breast milk, I planned it out so I can get drunk tonight, let's do it!" & then...Jennifer was like "okay we'll come too!" & I was like..."say what now?" Well if I'm going, Kerry is coming too! Book club field trip! I made it pretty clear I wouldn't sing, though, & no one tried to peer pressure me so that was alright. I will sing at private room karaoke, because I don't mind making a fool of myself in front of my friends, but strangers don't deserve to be subjected to my tone deaf rendition of David Bowie's "Nature Boy" (an actual standard of my set). The place we went was...weird. Karaoke emcees are a world I have never really thought about, though I imagine it is much like ravenface's trivia emcee world. You remember Thursday's Lounge, back in The Wasteland? This place was just like that, only with karaoke instead of dancing. Just a lot of really weird cliques, all overlapping. The rockabillies singing 90s one hit wonders, the "old New Yorkers" singing Frank Sinatra, the...Alan Cummings, who worked the bar. & Shakespierre! Who sang old rap songs between games of pool. I was cracking up, "this is some wizard shit here!" & it was. What clique were we? Um, I guess "we just left our book club where we read a YA novel we heard about on a podcast with our friend on teleconference." A funny crew of yuppies I guess. Lilly sang her usual set of girl power songs, your 4 Non Blondes & Alanis Morisettes. Carmen sang a couple of Patsy Cline songs. Jenny sang "Creep" by Radiohead. Pretty fun! (Photo by Carmen.)