Evacuate the dancefloor! And something-something-else! Stop this beat it's killing me! Or s-daymnit-
Okies, hello, yes, retarded intro, not much use using a song If ya don't know the words. *PalmFaceSlap* oh well, who cares anyway? It's not as if it's a good song, so . . . Anyhoo. Turkeyland confession numero . . . nine? Yeah. Nine. Turkeyland confession numero nine..o:
Three karaoke songs and a free cocktail!
This was one of the many deals in the many, many, MANY karaoke-et-cocktail bars in Oludeniz . . . yes, that's where we were . . . and there really isn't much to say about it. So instead I'll tell you about something that happened today related to karaoke-et-cocktail bars in Turkey =DD Neat, huh? Oh, shut UP!
So we were in a pub today (what a surprise) and we'd just been to the music shop in Ealing, Gardonyis, and I'd got my Mika songbook which has been on reserve for me since last Saturday! ^-^ Anyhoo, we were in this pub across the road and were having some nosh, b/c nobody had eaten since about nine in the morning (it was now sometime near or after four pm =]) except perhaps Daddy dearest, and moi et mother went to the bar. As we were standing at the bar, having a nice little conversation with the barman about getting the awesome Mika book from Gardonyis, we were tapped on the shoulder, and we turned around to see-
Now let me explain to you what we did every night for entertainment. Because the hotel stuff was crap and/or finished at about eleven, we all trekked down the road to this little bar called the Rose Garden- lovely bar staff, excellent service, everything on the menu was 6TL, couldn't host a karaoke to save their life. And every night at the Rose Garden, the same people were there and sung on ze leetle karaoke crap. My dad became a celebrity, but I'll talk about that next time. And there was this one guy with really freaky teeth who looked like a rat (honestly, anyone who's reading from Heathlands, he was a fatter, bald Mr Merrick! c|:'-{O-|--<) who sung Copacabana a couple of times- not a couple of times each night, just a couple of times throughout the two weeks we spent there loolz. Anyhoo (I say that a lot, don't I? Hmm...) one night one of his friends (I assumed) sung Welcome To The House Of Fun by Madness while him and his other (like I said, I assumed) friend danced on the bar. Omg, it was funny. I wonder if Jasmin has a pic in her Turkeyland album . . . Meh. I'll look afterwards.
But these idiots were just dancing on the top of the bar, swinging around a pole and what not. Tehee.
ANYWAY...
Back to the pub. Back to the future. =D. So me and mumsie had rocked up to the bar and were having a nice little conversation with the barman about Mika, and Gardonyis, and other retarded crap ... including cider ... we were tapped on the shoulder, and we turned around to see-
This woman who I didn't recognise. Ha! Betcha thought it was gonna be the dude who was dancing on the table of his wife or his daughter, didn't ya? Didn't ya? Didn'tyadidn'tyadidn'tyadidn't- okies, this is getting depressing. But still.
So she said, sorry to bother you and all, but were you in Turkey a few weeks ago?
And we said, why yes, we were!
And she said, we saw you at the Rose Garden every night! Because we were saddos who wanted to win fishbowls by singing three songs on karaoke! (okies, scratch that last.)
And we said OMFG YAAA! She was looking vaguely familiar. So then she led us to where her little family were sitting and it's none other than the dude who danced on the bar to Madness and his daughter.
Ha! Betcha thought it would have nothing to do with them after all that, didn't ya? Didn't ya? Didn'tyadidn'tyadidn't- oh, don't even go there.
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The Turkeyland Confessions.
=D
Turkeyland Confession #1: There is a chicken in your hotel.
Turkeyland Confession #2: Older men can't seem to grasp the concept of staying away from teenage girls.
Turkeyland Confession #3: They want one of three things- a. you in bed or b. you buying something or c. your hat.
Turkeyland Confession #4: Whatever you do, do not let them see your hat. HOLD ON TO YOUR HAT.
Turkeyland Confession #5: You’ll get the booze, regardless of age.
Turkeyland Confession #6: Big applause for fishbowl party, YAAAH! =D
Turkeyland Confession #7: Tip when getting hair braided: if the salon lady comes at you with a hot glue gun, RUN!
Turkeyland Confession #8: Get yo cameras at the ready bitches because this mountain in front of me is some big-ass Kodak moment!
Turkeyland Confession #9: Three karaoke songs and a free cocktail!