Yesterday, I met up with some college friends for, what we now have called, No Judgement Videoke. Why? Well, out of our group, only one can actually sing. And she? Is in Beijing. So there.
Also, Red Box, thank you for not having a scoring system.
To document how fun this session was, here's a blow by blow. Or as one person from my
Volleyball group would put it, "blow na blow." Which, heh.
For the Alternative Rock Revue, Cathy and I covered most of the songs. We sang some Green Day, Gin Blossoms, basically bands from the early '90s that I did not appreciate back then, but I really like now. We also did some Goo Goo Dolls, Lifehouse, and the like. I am amazed that we didn't sing any Matchbox Twenty song. Not even one! No, not
Push. Not even
Unwell.
Smooth? Well, technically, that's only Rob Thomas with Santana. But again, no!
The Pop Revue is always special. We would pick a pop group that we liked -- and may I stress on
liked -- and we'd sing all their songs. Last year we did the Spice Girls. Yeah. Also, shut up! You, at one point, liked them too. For this session, we did Westlife. Again, yeah. I shake my head in dismay, too. Also, in my defense, I was in high school. High. School. So we sang their early stuff while watching their cheesy videos, while in my head, I kept thinking, "That was
EIGHT years ago! Mother of God!" We did S Club 7, too.
Fan Forum people, please don't take away my cool badge. We all had bad taste back then. Heh.
For the Gay Anthem Revue, it was all PJ. He did his
Through the Fire,
It's Raining Men, the usual. I swear to God, he knows each nuance of all those songs. Of course,
I Will Survive would always be there...sung by all.
OPM, Cathy and I sang that popular Orange and Lemons song, and PJ did his Sarah Geronimo (Great, now when people google "Sarah Geronimo", my blog will show up). I sang
Tuwing Umuulan at Kapiling Ka, and
Closer You and I. Yes, the Close-Up song. The former, one of my favorites, especially when sung by Elly Buendia, and the latter, is just one huge cheeseball of a song that has such a strong hook on me.
Now, you might think that there are only 3 people in this story. Well, no. There were actually six of us. The rest -- Ceejay, Grace and Dianne -- were there, but at this point, you already know which ones hogged the mic.
Afterwards, we had dinner at Italianni's, and talked a whole lot about other people, as we are wont to do. We talked about our friends, people from our batch, people from work, people from our batch who we are friends with who we also happen to work with. These was a lot of, "Whatever happened to...?" and "Where is .... now?".
It was kind of a wierd night in that restaurant. There was a waiter in a Batman costume. Sweet Lord. Why? Also, at one point in the evening, a group of waiters sang Happy Birthday to one of the people at the next table. Well, it was more of screamed Happy Birthday, actually, than sang. One waiter danced. Surprisingly, I was amused.
After saying goodbye to the rest of the group, with promises of meeting up again soon and not months after, Cathy and I headed off to Grappa's for a nightcap. Ah, my third night of alcohol consumption for the week. Anyway, we had a good talk about stuff we like, stuff we hate, people we like, people we hate. Sorry people, no details. Heh.
So, good times were had by all. I hope we get to do it again sooner.
