leave your inhibitions at the door
As you can probably tell, there are three things that I thoroughly enjoy in life – food, adult beverages, and adult films…. No, no, just kidding. (OK, I’m only slightly kidding). Three of the things I enjoy are are food, adult beverages, and music. I mean, that should be evident by now, right? All three of those played a special part in my birthday party a few weeks ago.
Earlier this week, I went through the painful, yet cathartic, exercise of documenting all of what we possibly could’ve had to drink at my birthday party. Again, not copping to anything, just documenting the empties in our recycling bin. I’ll talk about food in a later post, but lets talk music.
In downtown Ann Arbor, there’s a little place called Blue Karaoke where you can rent out a little party room, bring your own booze and snacks, and sing karaoke with friends. True to my Asian heritage, I LOOOOVVVEEE karaoke. So when Boom Boom asked what I wanted to do to celebrate my birthday, I mentioned this place. However, I made the mistake of telling her about the business that previously occupied the space where Blue Karaoke is. Apparently it was a place where a guy could go in and get a massage by a masseuse of Asian descent.
Who would be dressed in some kind of comfortable-fitting lingerie. Open late night. With a lot of tipping involved. Yes, it was your standard rub-and-tug place.
(Housekeeping notes – it was closed long before we moved here. Details provided here are based on my assumptions, not experience. Also, for your own protection, do NOT do a Google Image search on “Asian Rub and Tug”.)
Boom Boom had the same reaction as most people when they hear that story – NO WAY are we going there. And despite my assurances that it’s been cleaned and offer to bring a blacklight there for inspection, she declined to throw the party there. So instead, she found a guy about half-hour north of here that rents out professional-grade karaoke equipment with a binder with 100s of karaoke cds. The problem was that, once you get ten minutes north of Ann Arbor, you start encountering rednecks. So many of the songs on the discs were by the likes of Toby Keith, Kenny Chesney, and Faith Hill.
But, luckily for everyone present, there were classics like this week’s Guilty Pleasure – Endless Love. For those of you who don’t recall, it was the theme song for the 1981 Brooke Shields movie of the same name, sung by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross. If you saw last week’s post on The Commodores hit “Three Times a Lady”, you’ll know that by this time Lionel had hit it huge with his heartfelt ballads. This song is no exception – Billboard has named it the greatest song duet of all time. I’d add that it’s one of the greatest karaoke songs, too.
But this isn’t something that you can just spring on everyone at a party. This kind of awesomeness needs to be built up to. So there were the usual karaoke favorites – “I Will Survive”, “Mack the Knife”, and “I Got Friends in Low Places”. (A little pissed there were no Backstreet Boys). But it wasn’t until I unleashed Whitney Houston’s “Greatest Love of All” did I know that people were ready. Gotta say, Whitney hitting some of those high notes is harder than it seems, especially for an aging male. But trust me, with the help of a female friend, I nailed “Endless Love”.
Here’s a video of Lionel singing it live with some Michael Jackson lookalike: