My name is Katie, and I have a really terrible singing voice. I'll admit it. I'm not ashamed. This presents a huge problem, though, because I do love Karaoke a lot, am very, very, very easily embarrassed, and lack the stage presence that makes up for being a bad singer. It should be noted, too, that no amount of alcohol changes any of these factors (well, maybe the being embarrassed part). There is such a delicate art in picking a song for Karaoke, with plenty of trial and error (emphasis on error). I present to you, in no particular order, the songs that I am never going to attempt ever again at Karaoke. Ever. I swear. It's an important life lesson, really.
Obviously, summer is the best time to be crushin'. But, the formula for the ultimate date is still incomplete. I've already concluded (using sound statistical data, of course) that soft-serve ice cream, bicycle rides, red & white checkered vinyl table cloths, and nightswimming (and/or drive-in movies) are necessary components. Now, if I could create a time machine out of something other than a hot tub full of sweaty, middle-aged men and take my dates back to the 90s, the formula would be finished! (Insert mad scientist cackle here.)