Another Karaoke Party Night or Now I Remember why I don't like Going to the Hairdressers.

So last night Jay, Kari, Derek, and I ended up going to the Limelight for this guy who I don't really know's (by choice) birthday. We were essentially the only ones there with the possible exception of a couple who were in and out the whole night. I got to sing "When Doves Cry" by Prince, "The Partisan Song" by Leonard Cohen, and "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder. I was really hankering to try out a falsetto on "Kiss" by Prince but never got the chance... oh well... The birthday boy, Ian McKinnis was totally drunk and annoying as per usual. The real comedy came from his insanely square friend Neil. He is the dictionary definition of square although he did get pretty into his singing. There was a funny moment where these 3 "fat" girls were singing that stupid "Goodbye Earl" song and Neil said (to me in reference to the song) "that's what happens when you marry your cousin." To which I replied (by pointing to the 3 fat girls on stage) "and that's what happens when you EAT your cousin!" Yes, I am fully aware it was mean, but it's not like I was saying that they were bad PEOPLE... just fat people. Anyway... Neil didn't get it, so I had to explain it to him. Jay thought it was hilarious... but then again, he LOVES fat jokes. On the way back, I tried one of the new Smores chocolate bars... they rock. If only they were bigger than 3 bites...
I went to the hairdresser today and was planning on changing my hair color, but ended up not... they were too booked up and didn't have the time... that and I never really asked... oh well... I was, however, reminded why I don't like going to the hairdressers... They always cut my hair shorter than I want. I told the girl this time that I was growing it out and to just neaten it up a touch... she cut off way more than I wanted... I know that my hair was getting sloppy but it didn't need THAT much cut off... I seriously am now set back about 2 months of growing... I am not happy.... She also cut off my fake sideburns... and I now look 10 years old... I did tell her to fix them, but I never thought that meant REMOVE them... Now I have to improvise something in order to look at least 18.... Fuck...