Last night was karaoke night and I felt the need to sing. (You know how that goes, right? Right. I knew that you did.) The locale is a restaurant/bar at a bowling alley, which sounds way seedier than it is. The hubs and I joined my friend and sister wench Gayle (a.k.a. Tira McSue) at Splitz. (Cute name, right? Right.)
Due to Florida’s laws banning smoking in indoor public-use locales, including those that sell food, the air inside is clean and fresh enough to breathe and to sing and to not pollute my Widdershins socks-in-progress. So it was a no-brainer* that I should bring my ubiquitous knitting pouch containing said socks, then pull them out and knit while others were singing.**
* Well, only if you interpret “no-brainer” to mean that all the reasons I stated above were already deeply ingrained into my subconscious mind and therefore didn’t require actual cogitation. Otherwise, my decision was at least a “little-brainer”… which just sounds wrong, so let’s stick to “no-brainer,” okay? Okay. Thanks.
** Yes, there is photographic evidence, but it’s on Gayle’s camera and I have to wait till she sends me a copy before I can post it. Sorry, kittens, but neither of us wenches could figure out how to use our cellphone cameras to send pictures to someone else.*** (Note to self: find youtube video of that and learn how to send frakkin’ pictures from the frakkin’ cellphone to other cellphones and to email!)
*** I may be slandering Gayle’s cellphone-camera-picture-sending abilities and/or knowledge, because it was really loud in Splitz when she told me why she was going to use her actual camera and not her cellphone to take the photo. She may have said, “My cellphone camera doesn’t have a flash and won’t get a good picture,” or “My cellphone’s camera isn’t working right now,” or “Wouldn’t you rather have a good photo taken on my actual camera than a possibly crapola one taken with my cellphone camera?” As I said, it was really loud in there. (Ahem.)
I got 8 rounds (a full cable repeat) completed on the pair, which adds about another inch to the length. Here’s a photo I took this morning of one of them on my foot, with the other lying alongside and one of the skeins
hiding the razor stubble on my leg providing an idea of how much yarn remains to be knit:
Gayle invited us out for karaoke again tonight, at a different venue, where KIP will probably be more noticed and noted, which is the point of WWKIP week, right? Right. I don’t know if there will be table space for it, as this place had much less elbow room per person the last time I sent there, so the project bag may remain in my purse. But never fear, it will be with me and, if the opportunity presents, I will KIP like a mutha’! Represent!
For now, I bid you adieu. I needs must take my tired tuckus to my amazing waterbed of joy and read a bit, then sleep the rest of the day away, so that I might be arise refreshed this evening at a decent hour and then go out and sing some more! (Have I ever mentioned how much I love, love, love to sing? No? Are you sure? Well, I do. So now you know.)
[Updated to add:]
My songlist for the night: “When Will I Be Loved” by Linda Rondstadt, “Come to my Window” by Melissa Etheridge, “Alone” by Heart. Oh, and my horrendous first-ever attempt at “Magic Man” by Heart. That last one will need a bit of work before it’s ready for prime time.