When I went to iParty about a year or so ago and put my cartful of wigs, boas, hats and other performance accoutrements onto the checkout counter, the 17-year-old clerk looked at me with a catatonic, "I'd rather be texting my boyfriend" gaze and uttered in a deadpan tone, "So, you havin' a party or somethin'?" I inched closer, looked wide-eyed at her and stated, "I'm 40. I live in the suburbs. This is what we do." Needless to say, the rest of the transaction was conducted in an eerie silence.
Little did Miss Clerk know that all of this was just for innocent karaoke fun in my basement. Here's an action shot of Rebecca, Lauren, Koby, Jennifer, Jason and myself belting out Waterloo--always a crowd-pleaser, and with its own history lesson to boot.
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