Christmas Party foolishness

It happens every year.

Someone throws a Holiday party. Work. Friends. Loved ones. It really doesn't matter. Someone throws a Holiday party. Add booze, food, music and wackiness ensues. Like last night.

Gia works as manager at an British-style pub. Decent food, great beer selection. The owner usually throws his annual Christmas party at a restaurant or hall in town, but this year he decided to have it on-site at the pub. This is also the first one I was invited to as a "significant other". Very nice.

Gia arranged for a DJ with karaoke capabilities. It looked at the beginning as if it was gonna be kind of a bomb. Gia and the other manager were the only one's getting up there to belt out a song. And there were lots of folks there. Maybe 50 or so. The DJ would play dance songs in between karaoke tunes, but once again it was mostly Gia, me and a few others dancing. I was going back and forth from behind the bar serving drinks to in front of the bar downing drinks. That's how I roll.

Then it happened. The DJ put on "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by Meat Loaf...the karaoke version. Gia needed someone, preferably male, to sing the duet with her. Maybe it was the booze talking, but I decided that someone should be me.

We rocked the house!

Now Gia has a great voice, and she did Karla DeVita (or Ellen Foley) proud. I started off a little slow, but didn't do a bad job myself. But the singing was only the half of it. It was truly a performance art piece. Not quite X-rated, although there was some fondling and brief nudity, but a solid PG-13...maybe R.

After that all bets were off. Other party guests started singing, dancing and generally having a good time. All because of us and our slightly off-color version of a perennial favorite.

God, I hope no one was recording us.