There's a little diner down the road from our neighborhood that prides itself in their open face roast and gravy sandwiches, black bottom pie and ... karaoke.
The place is hoppin' most every night and though the food is pretty darn tasty, I think it's the open stage and free mic that keep people coming back. Husby and I love going because we get homemade chicken and dumplings with a side of more entertainment than we could ever dream. It keeps us laughing, that's for sure.
The other night we had supper there along with most of the county. It's funny to see a restaurant in this area so packed because our little town is surely classified as "the middle of nowhere" on the map. Though we are a suburb to a large city, most of "city-folk" have never heard of our little town .... even though we are just a few minutes outside of the city. Funny how that happens. Anyway, the 4th of July fireworks and this restaurant are the only things to bring people around these parts, and though we have one gas station and no grocery store, we often have to wait to be seated. Hey, people know a good time when they see one.
The only open table was the one right up next to the stage in the center of the restaurant. We sat down and had a way-too-intimate distance between us and the karaoke-ers. I felt like I had to smile and nod when they made eye contact, like I was just lost in the song and the magic of their voices. And then when they passed me to go back to their tables, I felt like I had to tell them they did good. Oh, the pressure! Husby had his back to them, so he just ate his little heart out while I head danced to each ditty and encouraged them with smiles. It was a weird situation. If I didn't look at them, I felt like I was being rude and hurting their feelings. If I did watch, I felt like I was staring and making them nervous. I kind of didn't know what to do. And I clearly overanalyzed the situation.
But it was way too close for comfort.
When something good happened (the ones who busted a move and the ones who raised their hands and closed their eyes like they were on American Idol), I kicked Husby under the table and murmured "you've GOT to see this" out of the side of my mouth so he would know to turn around and gawk. The perfect seat of the house is in the middle of the place so you can stare all you want, but be just another face in the crowd.
There were some awesome voices. There were some terrible voices. I think I shoveled my food in at warp speed during the bad ones. One lady almost made me choke on a jalapeno.
I dared Husby to sing. Who was I kidding? Not a chance. Then we played "who do we know that WOULD do it, and who would NOT". That was fun. I asked Husby what he would sing if he had to and he said he didn't know. My guess is that he wouldn't give it any thought because he knows he'd never do it. He asked me the same question and I popped off, "Hit Me Baby One More Time" (I don't know where that came from; I don't even know all the words), but then I retracted that when I thought that I might start dancing. Fast songs get me movin' - often times when I don't even realize it.
I thought long and hard (er, about 3 minutes), and ultimately decided upon "Killing Me Softly". It's easy. It's good. And I could kind of sway and groove instead of worrying about busting a move and humiliating myself. It's the perfect karaoke tune.
What about you? What is YOUR perfect karaoke song?