Ah, karaoke.


Now, granted, I only did one song tonight (re: the subject line) 'cause I was busy having fun and drinks (in that order), but I think I rocked the house pretty damn well. I was a little tipsy, so I actually skipped a verse near the end, but I think only the people next to me who could see the screen noticed. Great jobs done all 'round by the crowd (at least, the crowd I came to hang with), 'specially a one Mr. "Pimp-o-matic" Williams who not only got the digits of some blonde hottie, but actually kicked down with motherfuckin' *Louis Armstrong*. This, IMO, should erase *any* doubts that anyone might have about the man's Black creditentials. Seriously. The people alive today who can pull that shit off can be counted on one hand, maybe two. *Maybe*. So props to the Williams and all praise to Allah. Hardcore.

Oh, additional props to Mr. Orwell for getting briefly felt up by (I think) the same blonde hottie during his rendition of Billy Joel's "Pressure." C'est impressive.

Hmmm...perhaps some Bowie/Queen next time...

So, yeah...Liquid K. Fuckin'-A.