A friend tagged me in a video singing Karaoke to Kenny Rogers at a birthday party last weekend. I know now (in the cold hard light of sober day) that I was completely and utterly out of tune, but last Saturday night I was a freaking rock/country Goddess.
A male friend of mine quickly alerted me and told to untag myself as I sounded like an alley cat on heat at three in the morning. So I did. I took my name off the tag because I didn’t want anyone to think I was a crap drunk ass singer
So…Just in case you don’t know, I’m a crap drunk ass singer who really should never get near a microphone. BUT, it was my mate Jimmy’s birthday party and we’ve sung that song for as long as I can remember. So, if you’re a friend of mine (or not!) you’ll know that I was having an absolute ball, and you should be jealous that you weren’t there singing as well.
I’m kinda embarrassed that I untagged myself – I’m freaking 35 (and a bit) and far too old to really care what people think. So go ahead Mr and Mrs Judgie McJudgie, tell me I’m a crap singer…I don’t care and neither should you
By the way, I’m the one on the far right owning the crap out of The Gambler…