Today was a do-nothing day. Hard to believe we did even less than we have been doing. We slept in. Ordered room service. Got dressed (shocker). Played BINGO. Ate lunch. Took a nap. Read. Sat on the balcony and took a nap, then read. Got dressed. Ate dinner. Came in third at trivia. And then our new friends Jacques and Bernice talked us into going to Karaoke. Jacques went on about how he'd been practicing in their cabin...Bernice was shaking her head. I told them I KILLED at Karaoke.
We went. I sang. Jacques did not. I sang again. Jacques still did not. I came in second to a 60-something British man dressed in a black and white striped jacket over a black and white striped shirt who sang King of the Road, New York New York and You're Sixteen (oh so very wrong on oh so many levels - go on...think about the words. Eww). Are you fucking kidding me?
Truth be told, I had several layers of rust on the old pipes, but at least I had on a tasteful sweater set and cute sandals.
Seriously!??!! King of the Road????
Shit.
Well, what did you sing???
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