Last weekend, I was in Spokane. My buddy's friends decided we were hauling off to a karaoke bar. Honestly, I was a tad too inebriated to protest and too unfamiliar with the lay of the land to suggest another option.
One of the girls signed me up and I promise you ... I rocked the smoke outta that bar. It was said to my friend: 'Holy crap, dude, she isn't even looking at the words on the screen and she's rockin' it!'
Should I be proud?
But everyone has to have a backup plan, right? I started a new job with the Web Solutions team of Shaw Communications. Two weeks into my tenure, we had a social afternoon scheduled ... at a karaoke bar.
I was confident I would do Ice Ice Baby. But when we got to the bar and started flipping through the song list, it wasn't there.
I panicked! I looked for an escape route! I stammered! I stuttered! I ... no, not really. I was a tad relieved, knowing I wasn't quite ready to shame myself in that way in front of my new colleagues.
No, no, new Angela, you have to do a song.
Good grief, what's left?
Well, what other kitschy rap song could I do? Hmmm, I know!