Doppelgängeroke

We didn’t want to let the first month of the new year pass without an evening of themed karaoke, so Sleepless and I planned Doppelgängeroke. According to Wikipedia, a Doppelgänger is a “tangible double of a living person that typically represents evil or a look-alike of a person.” We felt this was an appropriate theme being that the celebrities are currently flooding our town and our friends could tackle either part of the definition.

As we were deciding on our doppelgänger, I considered Lindsay Lohan or Molly Shannon. Sleepless advised against Lindsay, “Anyone can be a drunk teenager.” Her advice was sound, so I opted for the Mary Katherine Gallagher. Once Sleepless arrived at my house we started discussing her doppelgänger. “Well, I brought jeans and this white dress shirt to wear,” Sleepless assesed, “so anyone who would dress like this.” After much contemplation we agreed that she was Julia Louis-Dreyfus and would defnitely need to throw down some of those funky fresh Elaine moves on the dance floor.

We arrived to find the karaoke bar as we always find it, empty – exactly how we like it! Passed The Sniff Test had gotten there before us and the three of us headed to our section of the bar. Within a few minutes LeftEared entered the building with as much pizazz as a independent film star. “You look absolutely fabulous,” I shouted out to her. “Who are you?” “I’m a Sundancer,” she proudly replied.

A few minutes later we were joined by D-Dog, The Leaver and QuQueen – our red carpet party was in full swing. We were chatting about beverages and I asked LeftEared if she liked Pabst Blue Ribbon. ”No, I hate American beer,” she quickly responded and then added, “Is that an American beer?”

We sang songs about the Periodic Table of the Elements, cheating and big butts. Sleepless was disappointed because Norm wasn’t there, which meant she didn’t have someone with/for whom she could chair dance. Which is OK, because she had been really focused on ‘signing’ karaoke this evening anyway.

As I was tooling around the bar, two other patrons came in. “Who are you? A school girl or Harry Potter?” I advised them I was a school girl. “Where did you get those shoes with that special strap across the front and all?” “From my mom,” I quipped. “The straps were for my leg braces, luckily I don’t need them anymore.” It wast then that I decided my doppelgänger was Molly Potter.

We (primarily me and Paris Hilton – the Sundancer) had been on stage the majority of the evening when Karoake Master invited us on stage to sing another song. “OK, we’ll do it, “LeftEared agreed, “but it’s got to be DJ’s choice.” Karaoke Master agreed and we wowed the crowd (by crowd I mean the three other staff employed at the karaoke bar, Sleepless, Passed The Sniff Test, and the guy with the harmonica) with the best rendidtion ever of Paradise City. Wanting to leave on a good and high note – Axl can really hit ’em –  we left the bar, red carpet, and folding chairs behind us – until next time.