“I'm Every Woman,” which I sang on a microphone, wearing orange sunglasses. Causing almost every single person at the Colony to evacuate dancefloor almost immediately.
It was beautiful to watch. Just how powerful really, really terrible singing can be. (You have Idols on one side....and then this, on the other.)
Waking up with “Corne” and “Twakkie” written onto my love handles in magic marker, and I'M EVERY WOMEN [sic] on forearm.
Drawing a mo on about 8 guys with the magic marker, and witnessing a dude on his bachelor's wearing an adult diaper.
But some of us were still responsible, at least to some degree. In that we took a cab.
Forgot where my car was in the morning – 'twasn't in the garage.
And woke up with a prize set of loser's, because that's all I'd really like to remember from that evening. The funbus stopped abruptly at around 1:30am, at least for me. I got it off as fast as possible, my night was over.