Of birthdays, that is. There are way too many July birthdays. On Friday I bussed back just in time for Sunny’s surprise fondue birthday party. Lily planned the whole thing and it was a success. He wasn’t so much pleasantly surprised as perhaps “constipatedly shocked”. We had fondue, BBQ’ed in the backyard, played some video games, possibly annoyed some neighbours, and it was good times all around. No alcohol for me, but some other people may or may not have had just a tad too much beer…
The next day, Lis hosted another birthday celebration, this time karaoke at Ten23. Because of all the mutual friendships, interestingly enough, it was a lot of the same people from the night before. So of course what’s there to do but have another awesome time? :) After karaoke we headed to Alice Fazooli’s for dinner. They seated us in the lounge where the live DJ was blasting music, so we had to yell at each other the whole night. Also, they messed up Tracy’s order and subsequently did not charge her anything.
I got a couple mosquito bites on Friday, which thrilled me. That signifies that it’s really SUMMER! :D To celebrate, I think a layout change is in order. I was getting sick of the duo-tone colour scheme of the previous layout. Also, I’m pretty sure something there was inhibiting my WP stats plugin from working.
About a year ago, we went to a family friend’s place to celebrate Christmas. They had a karaoke machine which was the hit of the party. The adults spent the entire night nostalgically warbling away on old Chinese songs while the kids tried in vain to block out the out-of-tune, out-of-sync din. I never realized how much my parents loved karaoke until that night.
A couple of weeks ago, my dad went grocery shopping as he always does. This time he came back with something extra. Yea, you guessed it – a karaoke machine, which I like to call the family funbox. He envisioned the four of us on the couch in front of the TV, joyously caroling to various pop songs, new and old – kind of like the image of the happy family (grandparents included) plastered with fake smiles on the cover of the songbook.
To me, however, this little gadgetry has become a nightmare. No longer can I enjoy peaceful weekend afternoons of mindless internet prowling, nonproductive hours of pointless weekend afternoon TV shows, or even just curling up with a good book. No, I must be submitted to doing the above with mind-numbingly painful “musical” accompaniment in the background. Either I suffer through this calamity at home, or I find myself begging my friends to get me out of my house.
Some of them have asked me why I don’t bust a few tunes myself. I have a feeling that if I try, I’m just going to get really frustrated with my parents’ tone deafness and lack of rhythm. Depending on the length of my fuse, microphone-throwing or head-banging may ensue.
On the plus side, they are now in better spirits on the weekends and it creates somewhat of a diversion which means less nagging. Also I think they are finally starting to improve… sort of…