My week pretty much ended Thursday afternoon last week. I did have a test to prepare for which would take place at 12:20pm, but I really wasn’t in the caring mood. I know I mentioned giving everything 110%, but this particular week I just wanted a break and some whiskey.

It started with plans to run a muck at the bar/club Bullwinkles, or Bulls for short. It was $7 all you can drink, not top shelf night, but oh well. Drink I did, met some very drunk people, and knew it was time to stop drinking when I dropped my cup (plus, I wasn’t going to go pick it up). Whiskey and cola was the drink of choice between my friends and I, and we ordered random shots of whatever Trish, or bartender, cared to feed us with. Yelling was the only form of communication, so my voice had to deal with the only available drink, which isn’t the preferred choice. While there, I logged into my wordpress account and made a draft called, “The Big Spike” and wrote an odd message to myself. I only found this when I checked Saturday night and the word confused does not even begin to illustrate my emotions towards the discovery. Needless to say, that wasn’t the only weird event that happened at Bulls. I’m pretty sure one of the regular visitors to my store was hitting on me in the line for the bathroom. Yep, a male. I’m not completely sure though, as I was on my way to drunk town.

On Friday, I woke up to several blaring alarms and an unhappy body. I could feel the mini-hangover deep in my gut, and tried my best to subdue it with the last of my coffee and plenty of water. It wasn’t enough, though, and I had to really dig deep to study for my Japanese test that was about to take place. I eventually gave up, accepted the fact that it’d be a mediocre score, and tried to relax as I made my way to class. I finished the test early, skipped a section, and completely shanked another for a total of 14 lost points (out of 50). But hey, I did really well on the other stuff, surprisingly. I also had a presentation to do in Japanese for another class but I got a lucky break, as class got redirected at the last minute to do something else. That really made my day take off, cause later, I’d top it off with karaoke.

In the evening, I gathered the close friends at a local place called “What? Cafe” and we proceeded to invade their song list. And by “we” I mean Anna, Stephen, and myself. No biggie, I knew a few of them wouldn’t sing. That would have been me a year or so ago. The queue for songs was long, so I made my first choice and waited. My name was called about 20 minutes later and it began, the night of which I’d rock the stage each time I got up there. My first song was “Fell In Love With a Girl” by The White Stripes. Before me, there wasn’t really anyone singing very loudly and so I turned a few heads when I bellowed the first lines. Following right behind me was another person playing The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army” and he later complimented me on my song choice. My next song happened about 30 minutes later because I put in two requests and then removed the first one, deciding that I’d save it for the next time.

The song I sang next would be “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers. This song was the apex of the night. As I hit the chorus, the whole audience got into it and sang with me. It was awesome and it fed me. Now I realize how much audience participation helps when you’re on stage. I did my thing, even got some “Whooooo!” ‘s from the audience when I hit the high note on the line “I neveeeeeeerrr.” My last two songs would be “Yellow” by Coldplay and “I’m On Fire” by Bruce Springsteen. From what Stephen and Tiffany told me, I’d do a Johnny Cash song pretty well after they heard me sing “I’m On Fire.” During the middle of the night, we did a quad-et (four people) singing “Play That Funky Music” but I pretty much just did backup. I’m not so familiar with that kind of funky music, unfortunately.

To completely ruin my voice for the beginning of the week would be gameday Saturday, FSU vs. Oklahoma. I shouted and yelled, drank beer and soda, and just all around neglected my voice. I’m still feeling it days later. Good news is, I’ve been improving my beer pong game, so I’m feeling like I could take down tons of people at the next party.

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