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Out Of It

I've been really out of my whole E-World since I met Obi-Wan. I'm hardly ever home. I still haven't gathered all my thoughts from my vacation in Florida, so I just want to post about Karaoke.

Karaoke is not a thing I do. It's along the same lines as going tubing, bowling, or walking through the grass at night. It's something other people do, and I don't! I've always thought it was kind of dumb. But, of course, most of the things people think are dumb is because of their own fear of doing it, oh, and Karaoke does attract some of the most god awful people. So, until recently I stayed away from any establishment that would condone such an event. Now, I've been three times. I do not sing, but my boyfriend and friends do, and they love it. It's a regular thing for them on Monday nights at the Irish Pub. Last Wednesday Mi-Mi, Obi-Wan, and Ace decided they wanted to try out a new place. By the end of the night, the door man and the DJ were kissing their asses so much, and begging them to come back again. They really are THAT good. They completely brought down the house. I have had Obi-Wan singing Eve 6 "Want to put my tender heart in a blender, watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion..." (I don't know the name of the song) running through my head ever since. They do have really great voices, but it's their charisma that really reaches out and grabs you.

Mi-Mi told me that when they went to New Orleans right after I started dating Obi-WAn, he did "All the Small Things" in a famous karaoke place there and he had stage groupies baring their chests they were so impressed. My heart was racing fast and my stomach was in my throat everytime he went up there. I don't think I have ever been so completely attracted to someone in every way before. It really must be love when you don't care when you roll over in bed and land your cheek in your boyfriend's puddle of drool, and you can even stand the stale beer breath in the morning.

I was becoming quite the cynic in the last year or so that I've been single, and I still feel really dumb when I start getting sappy now. Sappiness is something I used to loathe! Thursday night or Friday morning (I don't remember), before I left for Florida, I was talking to Obi-Wan on the phone and we were being sappy. He had company, his friend Mikey, and he said, "Sorry, Mikey, that we're being sappy and dumb." Mikey said, "At least you have someone to be sappy and dumb with." And now I know that the only reason people are cynical and disgusted with people falling in love and being mushy, including the old me, is because they don't have it. So, I am no longer going to care if anyone who reads this is heading straight for the bathroom after they read about my disgustingly, wonderful, new relationship. I will be as sappy as I wanna be, and there's nothing you can do about it. And even if I post 100 times about how hot my boyfriend is, you will learn to love it! You will like it!

I have been convinced to go tubing today with Mi-Mi, Obi-Wan, Mr. Incredilbe, Ace Ventura, and an amateur wrestler/truck driver named Jason who keeps hitting on me right in front of Obi-Wan (Obi said it kind of made him mad, but that he has common sense, and Jason is twice his size, and he knows I'm going home with him, so he's just keeping his mouth shut...it's really kind of cute). Point here is that if anyone knows me well enough they know that I love the water and the sun, but any kind of water that is yucky (including the ocean that I just spent many hours a day by) freaks me out. I get terrified and panic to death. But, fear is dumber than sappiness, and I really must learn to conquer my fears. Besides my Jedi boyfriend has promised to defend me against the mutant frogs and fish and whatever else the Dark Side might throw at me. Wish me luck!!!!

Comments

Jessiedc28 said…
I hope the fish suckle your toes.
Anonymous said…
bouna siera bella fiore...well well looks some one has fallen in love. bravo bravo bella fiore.. in life you just need to go with your heart and follow it you never know where it may lead you to, but you will find out when you get there.. I hope that you have landed a pot of gold...you deserve to be happy. when was really the last time you had butterflies in you tummy? you should now....i have enjoyed reading your blog's you truly have a neat way of writting..maybe you should get into journalisim, bet you would be good at it.. oh by the way tell me how do you know me? Io sonno curioso....andare dimca.
Anonymous said…
good for you! isn't it great to feel that way? by the way, the name of the song in "inside out" which it seems that he's turned you.
Jessie - didn't see one fish!

Anon - My Irish boyfriend is a pot of gold, and I have never had butterflies the way I have been lately! Thanks for the writing compliments...sometimes I get a little worried that people get bored reading this. I was kind of guessing as to who you are, because I had a friend leave a message on my voicemail saying he had caught up with my blog, but maybe it wasn't you?...

bridegroom - Thanks! I usually just call it the "tender blender" song! And I have been turned so completely inside out, and never thought it would happen...couldn't be happier!

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