At eleven o’clock, karaoke began. Barb started out the contest with a rousingly awful rendition of “One Way or Another.” Blondie would have smacked her ass for the presumption. With such an awesome beginning, it had to get better, right? Er, no.
My ears seemingly bled for the next three songs, then my eyes were scarred for life when a woman got up on stage and proceeded to pretend fellatio on the microphone while croaking out a Madonna tune. She must be popular at parties.
“Jesus, God, tell me it gets better.” Titus’s pained voice startled me. He’d come to stand on my left and I hadn’t even noticed, too horrified by the prospect before us on the stage. And this was without alcohol! Unless someone had snuck some in on the sly. I hoped the woman wasn’t really like this sober.
I shook my h
