2004-05-18
Sunday, I went to church and had the pleasure of sitting directly in front of one of those women who believes that God is, well, more or less an androgynous being. She was also unfortunately filled with the faith. So when she changed the words to all the prayers to eliminate all masculine pronouns, you better believe that I heard it.Why can't I worship in peace and solitude, free-thinking God women?! What's church supposed to be, some kind of COMMUNITY?! I couldn't wait to turn around for the sign of peace just so I could see her horrid, horrid face. And YES, YES! AH! She looked just like I KNEW she'd look! Like Jake's mom!
If last night's evening of karaoke were a drink, it would be top shelf. If it were a baseball team, it would be the Yankees. If it were a British stage actor, it would be Alfred Molina. That's right. Tevye.
What started at O'Leary's as a business meeting for "Somber Carolina" slurred into Rob and I BRINGING. DOWN. THE. HOOOUUSE... the house, mind you... filled with mostly 45-50 year old women. But boy did they love Rob's version of "Purple Rain," my version of "Hey Jude," and our duets of "Jack and Diane" and, yes, "I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)."
As Rob is sitting down after "Purple Rain," Barb, the general manager, approaches our table and asks for Rob's number. She then buys me a martini and Rob a beer and says that every month, when O'Leary's does karaoke, she will call us. And if we come and sing, we get a free drink. And so does everybody that we bring that sings.
We're being paid to sing karaoke. In booze. So if you want to partake in the "Edgecomb/Hobin We Heart Old People Karaoke Tour... Of O'Leary's," you just lemme know.
This afternoon, before it started raining, I gave my umbrella to a homeless man at the corner of Lindbergh and I44. I saw him there and thought of all those times in Peoria, STL, and especially LA where I'd seen and kinda looked away from homeless people standing impotently on a curb with their help me signs, and I looked at my umbrella, looked at him, looked at my umbrella, looked at him, and I rolled down my window, gave him my umbrella, and went on my way.
Weirdest thing.
-Andy