Lonely

Today is a sad day. Somebody wanted to adopt our loveable little Zak. And so the agency came today and took him away. I cried right in front of the ladies. I feel like there is a little Zak sized hole in my heart. We are getting another cat to foster tomorrow, but I don't know if it's wise for me. I know, I am a huge sap. We still have little Sara. And she is still a bundle of sweetness. We made her adoption official today, so that's good news. Anyhow, I just wanted to say that.

Soup Fest and ABBA

So, tonight, and rather out of the blue, Ashley invited Jason and I to join her and Gayle at the Living Rock Fundraiser, "Soup Fest." It was held at Liuna Station which, by the way, is a gorgeous building if you have never been. It was a lot of fun! When you hear "Soup Fest" I am pretty sure you don't think "oh, I bet there will be about 20 different kinds of soup to choose from, live music, and pretty twinkling lights and displays!" But that's exactly what it was! I got to eat "Funky Limon Tiger Shrimp, Asian Pear and Coconut Rum Soup" (that's all in one) while listening to a choir sing "Dancing Queen" by ABBA. I couldn't think of a better way to spend an hour. The real winning soups were the Butternut Squash (which had a dollop of whipped cream on top and maple syrup) and the Guinness with Lamb and Winter Vegetables. I wouldn't recommend the Smoked Aligator Soup. Unless you like the flavour of the Mississippi River and ashtray. But, GO TO SOUP FEST next year. It's definitely worth 8 bucks. And it's for a GREAT cause.

I love karaoke

I must say there are a few things that I love that I probably shouldn't. A few good examples of these things would be the following:

-Saved by the Bell (Zack Morris, ladies, Zack Morris)
-Metallica and Nirvana
-early '90's dance music
-anything worn in the '80's

However, perhaps of all the things I love that I shouldn't, the greatest of these is karaoke. I happen to be a, shall we say, a connoiseur (sp?) of the hippest places to do karaoke. Now, doingkaraoke is an art. Everyone who understands the way in which karaoke can grip your life knows that there is a certain individuality one possesses when practicing this art, as with any art form. Each person develops a finesse or flair in the midst of the passion for karaoke. I have seen those who sway their hips out-of-control. There are those who choose songs they only know the choruses to just so that they can hum the verses and then belt out the chorus. Then there are those who perform their songs interpretatively, and the best of these occur when Boyz II Men ballads are selected. In any case, these are all done from the heart and with no alcoholic assistance whatsoever.

The man pictured above understands what it means to be a karaoke artist with the ardor I'm talking about.

My good friend, Ashley and I have come to a point in our karaoke careers where we realize that the only place to go now is to pursue this dream with the devotion of our lives. We deserve the honoured title: Lifer. Everywhere we go, people will know us by the one song that we sing every Sunday night at the Snooty Fox. They will eagerly wait for the following week when they can return to the karaoke haven and hear us, the accomplished lifers, sing our single song repertoire once again.