Hit Me With Your Best Shot, I'm a Nursery Rhyme Professional!

This weekend was pretty good for me - Friday night I played/practiced poker with my boyfriend (we're going to casinos in a couple of weeks so I need to prepare), then Saturday I went into Indy to go to a baby shower, and then stay the night there with friends.
So here's how a baby shower works, for those of you who are as clueless as my boyfriend :) ... You step in the door and enter into a world of either baby blue or light pink (sometimes light yellows and greens if the sex of the baby isn't known)... this time, the place was light pink, with red hearts strewn everywhere (I'm assuming someone hit the post-Valentines day sales?). There are of course snacks, and a variety of beverages. Gifts are stacked halfway to the ceiling, and awkward small talk is generally made until the games begin.
The women who were just 5 minutes ago being polite and proper take on new personalities as the games commence...No one wants to lose, and you better not even TRY to peek at my paper to see my nursery rhymes....What would Miss Manners say?!! She'd surely be disappointed, but we don't care, we just want the prizes and the glory.
Typical games include: guess the mommy's tummy size (usually you take toilet paper and tear at a length you think would fit around the belly), fill in the nursery rhyme, guess the baby food (ew), baby name bingo, baby products A-Z.... you get the idea.

This is where it gets interesting - keep in mind that I am the only girl present who is single and/or does not have any children (or buns in the oven). And somehow, I always win these games - I don't know whether that is something to be proud of, or embarassed about. (Side note: my "prize" this time around was blueberry body butter. Last time I was at a shower, I accidentally left my prize there (I told you, I win every time), and I'm still upset about it...so I made sure to bring mine home this time. Smells good.)
In the middle of the games, the mom-to-be opens gifts, we all ooo and ahhhh and then we usually eat cake. All the while the men are probably playing basketball, getting exercise while we fatten ourselves up til the next shower.
This blog is going to get entirely too long if I don't move on into the night. I'm sure you've all read enough about the baby shower anyhow.
That night I drove down to the south side of Indy to spend some time with my former roommates. One of them asked me what my goals are in life, and when she heard "karaoke" she said, that's what we'll do TONIGHT!
After dinner we headed to a fine establishment filled with people about twice our age, and carefully chose songs out of the massive karaoke books. In the meantime, of course there were some creepos that stopped by to buy us drinks and try to talk to us. One guy sent over a bowl of candy. Candy. Not kidding. Luckily it was wrapped or I would have been scared.
I would say I have a "decent" singing voice, but I didn't realize you don't need a singing voice for karaoke in a bar, you really just need to yell. (Unless you're Lyndsey, she took the whole thing pretty seriously and crooned away.)
After a lovely rendition of "Hit me with your best shot!" by yours truly, let me tell you, the 40's and up crowd was really happy to be there. Amy (former roommate) and I belted out "This Kiss" by Faith Hill later on, and I really thought I was going to have to "sing" that one, but it ended up being more of a yell, also. Beautiful.

I'm sorry I don't have it all on video, but I will say it was exciting - I had a great time, and now I have something to cross off my bucket list. :)

I have a pretty "split life" sometimes, going from baby showers with girls my age and older to the bars with girls my age and a little younger. Totally separate scenarios, totally good friends.... I'm stuck somewhere in the middle, not quite fitting in either place. And that's okay :)