Too much beer last night.

As I and a slightly less usual gang of idiots are just about to leave the Victory cafe (having, against the odds discovered a mutual appreciation of Sasha Baron Cohen's Kazahkstani journalist, and gone on to recreate each of his adventures we can remember) the girls at the next table ask if I would mind taking their picture with their camera.

Now, I'm in my cups, so it takes me a sec to figure out how to press the button on their digital camera--by which time G has pulled out his own camera, to document my fumbling.

So I say

"Hey! Meta-photography!"

At which point one of my "models" (I don't want to say posers) says "Did you just say 'meta-photography'?" So I slur "Yes, meta-photography." And then finally manage to take the photo.

I think we both found the exchange enriching.

Then

There was karaoke.
A sampling of my performance:

-Devil's Haircut
-Fell in Love with a Girl
-Buenos Aires*
-Don't cry for me Argentina*
-Short Skirt/Long Jacket
-Wango Tango**
-We're Not Gonna Take It***
-Fat Lip (Sum 41)

Also, when my turn came to select a song for another performer, I chose ... well I don't remember what the actual song was, but it was so technically difficult, that the performer, S, actually fell right over the table onto the floor, legs in the air, while in mid-chorus.

Yes, I'm sure it was the technical difficulty, and not the beer.

*Both from Evita. Both of which I could not find the tempo or the downbeat. Both of which were gonged and skipped before the second chorus by my audience of 3.

**Not from Evita, from Teh Nuge! But suffered the same fate as above.

***Selected by another singer for me to perform. During my rendition of this song, a young woman or two burst into our room to tell us we suck. Fortunately, the song's lyrics provided me with an instant comeback to her heckling. Indeed, I was not going to take it.