This weekend, we made a very quick, very short trip (or as #1 calls it, a “journey”) to Houston. It was Mr. Serious’ sister’s birthday. It was a big one that starts with thi- and ends with -rity. Not that I’m putting it out there or anything.
We took Friday off and flew into town with the kiddos in tow.
I was that lady on the plane that has a screaming child on her lap. Yeah, that was fun!
Mr. Serious was nice enough to let me join up with my sister and a friend for a quick happy hour before the evening festivities.
We were then off to the karaoke bar for the birthday celebration. Karaoke and me are not friends. This was my first time at any karaoke place. But, I did make sure to get a picture of us because it is all too seldom that we do go out (remember that commitment to fun?). And, a big shout out to my mom for staying with our girls for us.
While we were there, I did quite a bit of hanging out and chatting with another friend from high school.
Mr. Serious, however, and our BIL really enjoyed themselves. I think maybe they are the ones that had a commitment to fun, because they certainly did. And, apparently, everybody else thought they were quite good, too.
They sang one of the redneck anthems “Family Tradition.” Yeah, that’s quality entertainment right there. (You know the words…’why do you drink?’ ‘to get drunk.’ With audience participation and all.)
Mr. Serious did manage to drag me on stage to sing “Shoop” by Salt N Pepa, but oddly enough, the words on the screen all lit up and one time and it was impossible to sing along. So, I walked off stage.. a little diva-like.
And, towards the end of the night, I’m pretty sure this was the karaoke bar’s way of telling us it was time to go, because this is what the screen displayed. Just try to sing along to that.
And, we wrapped it up and headed back at about 2:30am.
I’m pretty sure I might catch up on sleep, life, work some time next year. I’m too old to stay up that late!