the gold coin

Saturday my mom wanted to go out for a night out. My normal stomping grounds were set to have karaoke so we went there. When we got there we learned they decided to have "hip hop night" so this was my cue to beat hell outta there.





Pale girl was w/us and her new beau. He informed me that in his town, that we call Hutch, had karaoke at a place called the Gold Coin, but he said it was not your normal karaoke.





this is how you know that your an addict, because to me as long as it was karaoke, it is normal.





I called this Gold Coin to confirm the status of said karaoke. this is a Chinese Restaurant/bar...





"Ha-wo, go-ed coin"





"hey, do u have karaoke"





"ya, we do"





"what kind of songs?...normal ones?"





"he gots ober te-fous-san tongs"





"ok, on my way"





We get there and this is where the fun in sues.





Now normally when there is karaoke there are a pleather of book 2 be had...Here there was one, and it appeared to be in something similar to a trapper keeper.





they have no slips so I have to write down my shit on a napkin.





the big Chinese guy sees me writing songs down, he scurries to my table and tells me he only does "tree in a wo".





I'm like,ok you do three in a row, but I am writing down all the ones I want to do, so I don't have to spend all night writing...comprende'?





yaw yaw...dats oktay





Now out of his "te-fous-an tongs" I only see 6 I am even willing to do.





Normally I have a stack of at least 20 or more, cause I am a mic hog...and thats how I roll.





Now under normal circumstances there is somewhat of a stage and they call your name. Nope not here...His two "plastic mics" were just hanging on the bar 4 anyone to use..





I notice my songs are up so I head over grab a mic and am standing in the middle of the bar...





After my three songs are up, he puts on the Rolling Stones and "sings" while he is clearing the bar, pouring drinks, whatever..





He already has broken English and it was very entertaining hearing him sing





" I can get no, sa-iz-acshon"





He did three Stones songs, then put my last three on..





After mine he then did Elvis...I am convinced he learned English by listening to Elvis songs.





"re-tune to senner" "no such nummer,oh sa-sh cone"





then when he was done, he just randomly played songs....and no one was singing...but he was playing them..





Kinda like a self serve karaoke center...if you like the song, by all means grab a plastic mic and have at it...





After we felt we had enough, we left...Now to get here, Pale Girls man had us do a "walk thru" of another bar, as it was a quicker way to get back to the car. So here we are, walking thru the bar, heading to the back door, and everyone is gawking at us.





then her man decided that at midnight in the sub zero temps is a good time to do a "stop and chat" with a buddy who was driving by, in the middle of the highway.





Nothing I hate more then "walk thru's and stop and chats"





It was just like a bad episode of the Twilight Zone...





then we head on over to the lamplighter, which is another bar and grill...that was just straight dj. thank Gawd cause I had, had enough..





the minute we got to the table, a group of gals that were loaded at the Golden Coin came to our table and grabbed me to dance...





the song was "lets get rocked" by Def Leppard, so it was all good.





They say "aren't u the same gal who was singing at the golden coin"





Yup, that was me girls, in the flesh..





then the scream to their other pals..





ITS HER, ITS HER..COME ON





shit....not sure whats going on now..





Then a whole group of them are bumping and grinding on me and wanting me to dance with them.





So, as I do with all my fans, I actively participate in the dancing.





I tell you what, I got my groove on the rest of said evening, and I still have no idea what any of their names were....





then its time to leave, so we head on out....and this VERY nice looking chap comes to me and tells me..





"u got moves, u single?"





"yes, I do have moves, and nope, this bitch is going home to her hubby who is in bed cause he doesn't go out on church nights"





"church nights?..carry on then good looking"





"Right-chis"





the end..good night.



Oh and that boy who wrote Blondie that note...Guess what the little f-er did?



He gave my baby a ring.



The boy is dead now.