I’m headed out on the town tonight with some of the gals from work.
Relaxation, laughter, fun, and… possibly some terror are on the docket for the evening.
Tonight is the night I’m supposed to get up, in front of a crowd of strangers, and some of my strange co-workers, and sing karaoke.
I may, or may not, end up in a psych-ward tomorrow. It all depends on whether I can work up my nerve to actually pull this off.
My hands are shaking, my palms sweaty, my stomach churning.
But I chose to face this fear, of my own free will.
It’s time to put another phobia to rest.
Goddess help me, I’ve got to be completely bonkers to be contemplating this.
Wish me luck.
If I don’t end up in a padded room with a beautiful new, white jacket with lots of pretty, shiny straps and silver buckles, I’ll let you know how it goes.
Unless, of course, they decide on shock treatments.
In which case, I won’t remember a thing but the pretty colors.
Ack.
Brea's Air 
Ooooh Nooooo! How could you possibly let them talk you into anything that might cause you to lose your sanity? 😉
Seriously though, good for you! I hope you had a blast … I know I was scared silly when I got talked into doing a duet with my step mom. But we did have fun. 🙂
And if you decided not to go up … I totally understand (’cause I know I wouldn’t!) and still congratulate you for even considering it. *hugs*
LOL, I did it!
I sang karaoke once. Just to say I didn’t. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. What song did you do?
“You Can Call Me Al” by Paul Simon, it’s a great favorite of mine, and was one of my best friend’s and my theme songs in high school.