I don't have any photos for this story time. But I wanted to record it because it was a fun night and I want to be able to look back (if internet still exists in the future) when I'm 67 and say "I was a cool 32 year old lady." I use the term "lady" very loosely.
Recently, I went out with one of my girlfriends and her hubby for some drinks and we met up with a group of old co-workers that all worked at the same advertising agency here in town.
We get to this bar that I never knew existed on the outskirts of downtown. They didn't serve liquor...only beer in cans and wine in clear plastic cups...so obviously an extremely upscale joint. But they had karaoke.
My friend Ally and I went through our repertoire and decided on the 90's rap realness that is Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio. I mean I can't even be in a church and hear "as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death" without wanting to scream out "I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left!!!" Seriously...every time.
I sipped heavily and quickly on some cups of the finest Barefoot Pinot Grigio and was ready to hit the stage.
We rapped our little hearts out and knew every word. And right after I legitimately dropped the mic. Always wanted to do that. (Actually I bent down a little bit and gently dropped the mic on the floor and walked away...I was afraid I would break the mic and be charged if I went full force with it).
I thought that would be the killer exit, but we only got some soft applause and maybe a "Wooo!" from one of our friends. Needless to say, the crowd was not our demo...and probably didn't even know that a person named Coolio even existed in the world.
But still it's been one of my proudest moments in my 32 years. Because I live a sad life and dropping a mic has been #12 on my bucket list.
