august 09, 2003
karaoke with brett
The day after my birthday my little brother Brett and his girlfriend Amy came into NYC to visit, have some dinner and then cap the night off with some KARAOKE! (After graduating from college, Brett moved back to New Jersey but after a few weeks, moved back out to Indiana).
From L to R: Grant, Amy & (my brother) Brett and Tara (doing her impression of a cat taking a shit).
I kicked off the night with my version of, um, errrrr, who knows - I guess that's why I shouldn't let over three months go by before I get around to captioning these stupid photos.
Here's my leeeetle brother Brett singing, ummmmm, a song that apparently required a gold-sequinned top hat.
Orange scarf? Hey, when you're doing karaoke three times a week after awhile you find you need "props" to "spice things up."
But not Grizzle, his Bowie is fresh enough to go propless.
"No, it's this one that's the milkman's son."
Tara ignored the karaoke history being made and busied her self...
...drawing me a unicorn. (I digitally enchanced the drawing to make it easier for you to read the unicorn's "How Gay am I?" speech bubble).
Brett and Amy.Me and Khadijah (bonus points to me for actually being able to spell her name).
Me and Khadijah (bonus points to me for actually being able to spell her name).
L to R: Some girl that after 3 beers Grant almost took home (I think her name's Namoi??), Grant and the one, the only, Big Daddy.
Me and Sarah (aka - Karaoke Lingerie Birthday Superstar).
DeNiro meets Elvis meets Mullet.
Big Daddy tearing it up with Huey Lewis' seminal "I Want a New Drug." Homeboy kicked it so hard he needed not one, but two blonde, hula-clad male dancers. Check out that face; the urgency - can't you see how much Big Daddy wants that new drug?
I look like an albino Oompa Loompa.
Frank Picarazzi showed up late night to represent.
Me and an Elvis-lipped Tara.
The big "Wanted Dead or Alive" Bon Jovi finale replete with ghetto pyrotechnics (sparklers scotch-taped to the ceiling)!