Dr. Chase: [Referring to Dr. House] He likes crazy people. He likes the way they think.
Dr. Foreman: They think…badly. That’s the definition of…crazy.
Dr. Chase: They’re not boring. He likes that. –House
Last night Match and I agreed to go bowling with LAX Guy and Baker Chic. I wasn’t thrilled about it because the few times we’ve hung out with them, BC has been incredibly boring. She’s really quiet, and I find myself filling the awkward silences with nervous awkward chitchat, and I always feel stupid. It’s a bummer too, because LAX is a really cool guy. Match ended up bribing me by telling me that there is karaoke at the bar inside the bowling alley.
We called up Nice Guy, because he’s a lot more fun, and he actually engages in conversations. The guys went to sing up for a game while BC and I watched the singers. BC just sat there texting on her phone, so I texted Coast Sister who helped break up the boredom. But despite Baker Chic’s silence, we ended up having a pretty good time. While the guys bowled a game and I went back and forth between watching them play and watching the karaoke singers, waiting for my turn.
There was a huge list, and I didn’t get to sing until after the boys had played their game (Match won!). I got up to sing my go to song, Sweet Child of Mine, By Sheryl Crow. It’s always an interesting experience, singing for a new crowd, but this time was probably the most interesting I’ve ever had.
I get up and start singing, and this super creepy, bearded hippy guy gets up with his girlfriend and start dancing all crazy next to me. I didn’t mind at first, till the guy turns to me and says, “Turn around!”
First of all, I’m not going to turn my back on a complete stranger, and secondly, WHAT? So I just sort of look at him funny and keep singing, and the guy start grinding on my back! I looked out at the crowd and Match is just starring at the the couple dumbfounded. I was trying to use telepathy to get Match to pick up the camera and take a picture, but he just sat there in shock. So much for getting those memory cards, since he didn’t bother to use it! It would have been a classic picture, because I’m sure I had the funniest expression on my face.
After the song ended, I went back to our group, and everyone was laughing pretty hard. I harassed Match about not taking a picture, and he said he was trying to decide if he should run up there and rescue me.
It was a fun night, but I’m not sure if I’ll become a regular at that karaoke joint, at least not without Match there to step in for the dry humpers.