I treated myself to a
Posted by: Liz | From: June 28, 2004
I treated myself to a manicure/pedicure this weekend and now I keep stealing looks to my nails and admiring how great they look. No matter how talented I get at doing my nails, it is nothing compared to the genius work of a skilled pedicurist.But it turns out no amount of good grooming helps me play better air guitar. On Saturday night a group of us girls discovered a local karoke bar and somewhere between "Son of a Preacher Man" and "Tainted Love" we all got ourselves entered into an air guitar contest in order to claim one of the two real guitars they were giving away as prizes.
I realize that now, in the bright afternoon sun of Monday, it doesn't seem likely that we would enter or win such a competition. But you have to imagine us on Saturday night, a few vodka sodas to the wind, the stars of the karaoke bar, with only one other person entered in the contest. We figured with six of us and one of him, the chances were ONE HUNDRED PERCENT that one of us would walk away with a guitar and then have some very interesting things to blog about on Monday morning. I'm not even sure how one judges an air guitar contest. We decided it had to be a mix of a realistic stance, somewhat convincing finger movements, possibly some knowledge of when you should slide your hands or something, and then a whole lot of fucking soul. And somehow the person to fulfill this best was Kelly, stumming her heart out to the opening of Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name." Not only was she in a top spot, she was in THE top spot, aka first place. This lasted all the way until the end (now picture us tired, buzzless, and hoarse at 3 am, all in it for the long haul just to see Kelly claim her guitar) where Kelly had to face off against two guys. To no-longer-drunk Kelly this prospect was beginning to look bleak. But let's give the girl some credit: she poured her soul into the best 30-second air guitar rendition of George Thorogood's "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" the bar had ever seen. Unfortunately the prize was unceremoniously ripped from her little hands with a very lackluster Black Crows performance and we left defeated and empty handed. Well, the karaoke guy scored some free drink tickets for Kell, but really, not so much a guitar.
Even though not one of us plays or has ever played the guitar, for some reason the idea that we could just suddenly have a guitar--for free--out of the blue set us all to thinking how we would immediately learn how to play in order to make use of the instrument. It wasn't just a guitar we were competing for, it was a talent that would have us playing folk songs on camping trips, and riffs from our favorite songs when we were sitting around. We had rock stardom in our sights and then lost it all.
But I guess since Kelly has some free drink coupons we'll end up there again.
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