Drunk Karaoke

Of all the places we went, we will for sure return to the Karaoke bar we found. Classy. That's the only word. It used to be a strip joint. LOL
We got drunk before we even got there at the hotel lounge (and the bartender picked up our tab because we entertained him so immensely - $100.00 tab, imagine- thank you awesome bartender man!). And that was after we finished a bottle of wine with dinner. Anyways we got to the Karaoke bar and had to keep drinking because - it was a bar - so you can imagine how the night went. Or not. Actually probably not. I don't think I could have imagined up this group of people drunk, stoned or otherwise. It was just downright bizarre. One lady - about 70 years old done up like a hooker in this snazzy little red number, drunk out of her skull and slow dancing with herself all night no matter the speed of the music. This one chick who thought she was the only undiscovered singing phenomenon who kept accosting me and singing in my ear - she like totally attacked me every chance she got. Then there was the 60 year old guy with the page-boy haircut and the fushia pink t-shirt and dinner jacket. (Would have been a great date for the slow dancing lady- cept I think he was gay). The redneck wanna be comedian who followed us around all night, and the 20 year old who kept trying to get Carrie to have an affair with him and the list goes on and on.
We sang many things, I pretended to be Cher and Carrie sang with the page boy. Then we performed Earl by the Dixie Chicks. It was - to say the least... inspired. The bar in its eclectic entirety was in awe. Imagine that. They will never be the same again.
Don't remember much after that, except that they closed the bar and we had to leave. Otherwise I fear we would still be there.
Cheers. Just saying that made my head hurt.