Last night I went karaokoeing with a few people, including Sabs. Sabs is no stranger to karaoke. I first got a taste of her skills during a holiday party last year, where she say the Banana Boat Song. You know, the one that goes Day Oh! Me say daaaayy oh. daylight comin me 'wan go home. Needless to say, it was inspirational.
Anyway, last night we went to The Mint to get our inner diva on. Sadly, it was overrun by a bunch of MoFos (lawyers who work at this place called Morrison & Foerster. They call themselves MoFos. Isn't that so...thought provoking?). They have their annual summer associate party at The Mint and drop hella money. Needless to say, the karaoke nazi pays attention to nobody's karaoke needs but theirs. While Sabs and I did get in 1 rendition of Proud Mary (hat tip to LL for asking the MoFos to let us in on the fun), the urge to karaoke could not be satisfied due to the 45 minute wait.
So, serendipitously, we found ourselves at Martuni's, that piano lounge on Market where people do their thang accompanied by a mousy, middle-aged woman on a (baby?) grand piano. It wasn't long before Sabs morphed into a sultry, sexy, oh so sad and lonely Bessie Smith. Serendipitous indeed.
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