{{{{{{Baker}}}}} I can sympathize with your mother; ekemom has had the same migraine headache for the last 5 1/2 years. It has never gone away entirely, although some days are better than others, for certain definitions of the word “better”.
Karaoke date went okay, although eke-sorta-gf stated in church (in front of ekemom and ekepastor) that “ekedolphin and I aren’t even together; we’re just friends.” That made me a little sad. But at least I know where it stands. Besides, I think I have a decent claim to being her statistically significant other.
I butchered-- I mean, sang– four songs at Karaoke tonight. “Skyfall” by Adele was sung an octave lower than Adele, which in retrospect was probably a bad decision on my part. “Running With the Night” by Lionel Richie was halfway decent, but the timing on the song was different than in the single-- by which I mean, the introduction and the interludes weren’t as long, so they threw me off. “You Don’t Love Me Anymore” by “Weird Al” Yankovic was an unqualified success. And I did very well with “Cheeseburger in Paradise” by Jimmy Buffett.
I sang “Cheeseburger” shortly after eating the Karaoke place’s cheeseburger, which was pretty good. I like mine with onion, mayo, cheese, meat and bun, and nothing else, though. Big Kosher pickle and a cold draft beer? Good God Almighty, which way do I steer to get away from those two things?!
eke-sorta-gf was gonna do “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd, but she (by her own admission) chickened out. Oh, well.
On the way back home I told eke-sorta-gf that ekemom and I are planning to go see Star Wars on Mom’s next paycheck; would she like to come? She gave this “WHOA~!” face and enthusiastically agreed. Now that movie BETTER be good.
I also introduced eke-sorta-gf to one of my favorite musical artists, Tim Minchin. I played for her “Lullaby” (which she thought was HILARIOUS, having a child of her own), “If I Didn’t Have You”, “Confessions” (sample lyric: “Fuck, I love boobs, though!”), “You Grew On Me” and “Drowned”.
