We could just watch in horror and helplessness

Well, it's that time of year again... when we turn back the clocks.. literally - not just socially and culturally like at karaoles...

It is also time for the annual *&@#$ Karaoke Kontest... As a result of this so-called Kontest, there was a sign up sheet and there were a LOT of tourists and ringers... so much so that we ALL sat this one out... But never fear there was plenty to report...

Magoo-san was in rare form... Singing both Elvis AND Simon and Garfunkel (A BIDGE TOO FAR OVER TROUBLED WATERS as I like to call his S&G number). I had an extended encounter with Magoo-san in Hell (btw, he is a toilet basin man... or in The Alien's words... "he likes to hear the splash"). He was proud of his new Miller Lite Karaoke Kontest T-shirt that he was wearing over the top of his windbreaker and cheerfully reported that he had won third place... but had been hoping for "number one place". I think they just told him that to make him stop signing up to sing more Elvis numbers.

Lil'She-Jimmy was there due to the increased crowd and as a result greater need for messed up drink orders and insolent treatment of the customers... big news she is no longer a dark-rooted bleach blond... she dyed her hair to a sort of limp mousy-brown that I think probably more closely matches her "natural color".

Two On-again/Off-again duty policemen joined us to use the Hellacious men's room one went to Hell while the other was distracted by BikerBouncer from the numerous fire code violations... Hulk Hogan was there but none of us witnessed and Martial Artistic Foot work. Speaking of which... one curious member of our troop tried to recreate Hulks now-famous urinal flusher leg sweep... but, sadly, came away limping

We had "Bob from Key West" and his rough-trade young man friend, "Tim"... Bob from Key West became very infatuated with Tyrone's Barry Manilow COPPA CABANA cover and quickly lost interest in Tim.

It was a really rough night for performers... the only non-kontestant that got up there was Karaole herself of course and of course she did her typical KOAL MINERS DAUGKTER number to the sycophantic howls and grunts of Mr Karaole.

Lots of ringers... Bar band singers... Thespians... you know the drill. All vying for some vaguely distant and mirky "fabulous prize". We could just watch in horror and helplessness

THE LINE UP

The Alien: [chose to sit this one out]
Lisap: [chose to sit this one out]
Chris: [chose to sit this one out]

Apparently this *&@#$ kontest will be going on for a few weeks... so... see you next R @ K's for K!