I was kissing Valentino by a crystal blue Italian stream

Last night was rock-n-roll karaoke at Beerland. I was there, and got sloshed, as usual. I'm always amazed at how much I drank when I look at my receipt the next morning. Anyway. So last night, I remember doing "Manic Monday," "Here I Go Again" and "Love Is A Battlefield." I allegedly did "Like A Virgin," according to Skip, but I don't remember doing it. I remember putting in the request, but the actually going on stage and making a fool of myself by singing a Madonna song, nope, I do not remember that. But why would Skip lie to me? Eh, maybe he was as drunk as I was and thought he heard me sing it. Oh well, I'll find out next week when I here somebody say "He's that one that sang that Madonna song" (that was a reference to last night where some girl saw me and told her friends "He's the one that sang that Bangles song.").

Also, I need to stop deluding myself about this Skip guy. He's obviously straight. I mean, no one that tattooed (sleeves and neck) and cute could be gay. And even if he were gay, he probably wouldn't be into me. Just because he talks to me at the bar and invites me to sit with him and his friends doesn't mean he's into me. It does not mean he wants to meet me in the bathroom for some alone time, no matter how drunk we are. So I'm just going to stop telling myself this guy can be into me, because there's no way he could be.

OK, back to getting paid to blog and read blogs, otherwise known as work. Gah.