The Friday Night Report: 5:00PM

The Friday Night Report:
5:00PM "Thank god this fucking week from hell is over" cocktails at my buds to celebrate the completed remodel of her kitchen. It's gorgeous and has me eyeing the checkbook to see if we could squeeze in a new counter top. First things first though. New roof on the garage before the winter rains come HAHAHA! Okay, that was a little desert joke, sorry.

Then it was off to the Bamboo Lounge to show support for what is a great restaurant slash bar but due to incredibly inept management and marketing efforts - no one knows it exists. Don was working his little moog synthesizer piano thing (complete with 10 piece faux band on floppy disks) and we saddled up to the piano to sing a few numbers. In Meghans honor, I belted out "L-O-V-E". I think Nat King Cole turned in his grave. And a little Sammy Davis "Too Close for Comfort" ... My two friends gave "You Make Me Feel So Young" their best shot and we all got a free drink. It was then that I noticed that our local Diva Wannabe, the one and only Rebecca Clark and her breasts (they have their own restricted airspace) were quietly sipping their martini at the other end of the bar. After much coaxing, cooing and flirting on my part, I got her to agree to sing a few songs for us. Despite her attitude and complaints about "reverb" she entertained us with "Loverman" and the "Girl from Impanema".

This is about the time I realized that my cohorts were several sheets beyond (not into - quite beyond) the wind and I escorted them out of the place before we were asked to leave.

I received this in my inbox this morning:
"Thanks for getting Ms. Over-reach home last night. The last thing I truly recall is you saying "I'm going to drive you drunkety-drunks home" and thank God or I might still be singing karaoke. I woke up at 4 am with a half melted ice-cream bar next too my bed - apparently it was a bit too much effort to finish it in my state. Had a blast. Thanks again."