...but then Meredith realized that she didn't really know the song that Shruti'd chosen, and it quickly turned into a solo where Shruti sang and Meredith took turns crying...
...which turned out to be the super-huge let-down of the century when we realized she'd signed up for John Mayer's "Your Body is a Wonderland!" (WTF, GURJ?)
Gurj sings the part that goes "A few times I been around that track so it's not just gonna happen like that..." and then we'd all shout back "'Cause I aint' no hollaback GURJ!" (Because her name is Gurj! Get it?)
Niki, Gurj and Shruti took the stage and rocked it like they were the Asian Pointer Sisters. (I would've just said Indian but Gurjeet don't roll like that).
The place was pretty much packed with all people I didn't recognize...at least until Shandi took with stage to sing a duet with Kareem (who I don't know but I like his photography a lot).
Same goes for this broseph - no idea who he was, but when he jumped down off that karaoke stage and took the mic "out into the crowd," he landed himself a place right inside my karaoke-heart. Awwww.
Finally, it was Larson's turn to take the stage! He always comes prepared...and by prepared I mean he always carries around an inflatable guitar with him just in case karaoke breaks out.
The crowd was entertained, though! Well, everyone in the crowd except for Larson! He's the guy in the navy shirt who's totally just glaring and waiting for her to hurry up and finish so that his turn to sing can happen sooner).
"Aaaaaaaaah, pussy control!" (For those of you unfamiliar with the lyrics to this gem of a diddy, feel free to brush up.) Just when I thought that it couldn't get any funnier...
Except that there weren't any sad "you broke my heart" type songs because all of the guests pretty much wanted to sing romantic love ballads to celebrate the marriage!
Then I sang. By the serious, woeful look in my eyes, I know that I must have sang about the tragic tale of Ricky's life-long incarceration at the age of 18 after having accidentally shot his friend in a drunken wild night. (For any of you who didn't grow up in NJ or are under the age of 30, I'm talking about Skid Row's epic ballad, 18 and Life.
