Somewhere, Over The Rainbow
This picture is for you, Gentle Reader, because you've expressed curiosity about my karaoke buddies — especially The Viking.
You first met my three favourite guys here, in November 2004. Back then I referred to them only as initials. Now, I love them all and I'm going to miss them terribly when I move to California. So this is a greatest karaoke hits post, especially for them.
Sparky is my Scarecrow: sometimes, he acts like he has no brains, especially when he's been drinking, but he can belt out a song like the best Jim Nabors impersonator you ever saw.
Mo is my Tin Man: he's cool and suave, but I've learned it helps to carry an oil can in my basket. He's the one who reconciled us when Sparky and I had a spat, and he let me get him all rusty when The Viking rejected me.
Goldilocks is my Cowardly Lion, not because he's cowardly but because of his lion's mane. At my farewell party he let me mess up his hair whenever I wanted to, and never complained once — like I said before, I suspect he secretly likes it — and he sang "Jackson" with me. Even dressed like the Man in Black for the occasion. You should have seen his shoes! It's like I told Jenny: Goldilocks, I'm going to miss you most of all.
You first met my three favourite guys here, in November 2004. Back then I referred to them only as initials. Now, I love them all and I'm going to miss them terribly when I move to California. So this is a greatest karaoke hits post, especially for them.
Sparky is my Scarecrow: sometimes, he acts like he has no brains, especially when he's been drinking, but he can belt out a song like the best Jim Nabors impersonator you ever saw.
Mo is my Tin Man: he's cool and suave, but I've learned it helps to carry an oil can in my basket. He's the one who reconciled us when Sparky and I had a spat, and he let me get him all rusty when The Viking rejected me.
Goldilocks is my Cowardly Lion, not because he's cowardly but because of his lion's mane. At my farewell party he let me mess up his hair whenever I wanted to, and never complained once — like I said before, I suspect he secretly likes it — and he sang "Jackson" with me. Even dressed like the Man in Black for the occasion. You should have seen his shoes! It's like I told Jenny: Goldilocks, I'm going to miss you most of all.
4 Comments:
"All you have to do is click your heels and say 'There's no place like home.'"
That or you'll get hit by a tornado.
One of the two. Definitely.
Believe it or not, Blun, I was hit by a tornado, in 1977. Genie and Kay can vouch for that — they were there.
If you want to start up karaoke night in San Jose, give me a call, ok? My friends hate karaoke :-(
Good catch, I haven't updated my blogger profile recently. I am currently living in Sunnyvale, which is about 10 min north of San Jose.
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