Roke [rohk]: (verb, noun) The act or description of partaking in karaoke activities. To roke is to live. Ex: Let's roke tonight OR Roke is one of my favorite pastimes.
I think I was born to roke. I love it. It's addictive. Carolyn and Justin (whom I played with in Le Hamptons) came to hang out for Labor Day weekend/ Carolyn's belated birthday. Of course, we roked. Of course. Duh.
Carolyn, Justin, Jeremy, Vanessa, Christina, Melissa, Terry, Rich, Rebecca, Finkel, 5 or so other friends and I all roked the night away. Some highlights, you might ask? Why yes, of course, Internet Audience! Here they are...
Lights of High:
*As I grabbed the mic to sing "Coming to America," I shouted, "This for all the the brown people! Get up!" and some did.
*Justin and I acted out the song lyrics to Fastball's "The Way" to the amusement of many.
*Justin and I sang to Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues" in the manliest voices we could muster.
*Justin and I serenaded Carolyn with a birthday song: "Truly Madly Deeply." The karaoke video showed a weird lagoon with a gator in it and Jeremy kept yelling "There's a gator! There's a gator in the water!!!"
*Jeremy and Finkel rocked it to "Rosanna." When they finished, some bitch singing a tango song said "You're song sucked." So, Jeremy replied with "Our song was AMERICAN!"
*When a girl next to me sang "Teenage Dirtbag," I told her it was a prime choice and she said "Thanks. You're beautiful. I've been noticing you all night." 'Twas creepy, but she was funny.
*Vanessa (aka VaNace Dogg) and I (aka the T Child) shocked & awed the audience with our impeccable rendition of "Regulators."
*A random dude sang The Door's "Light My Fire." I started freaking him from behind. Then, Justin came and joined. As we danced with him, the dude yelled "Jim Morrison's a lovaaaaa!" Brilliant!
*Group of rowdy white kids roke-ing to Weird Al's "White and Nerdy."
Picture Highlights:
Now that you've seen how I get down, come visit and Roke with me. I may actually take Greta up on an international Roke offer in Nicaragua. We never got to go when I visited her back in May. (By the way, I will finally be blogging about NicaTown. I got all my pictures back!) Come roke, yo!
Tenacious Tanya
4 comments:
JAMS.... is waiting for you. we made a sad attempt at wannabe by the spice girls (my request for bidi bidi bom bom was BRUTALLY rebuffed) and i just know that you would have made it all better. so come back and we will go to JAMS.... can i put a picture in here? i would like to try because its sort of unbelievable that a karaoke bar is actually called JAMS. i wouldnt believe it unless i saw it.
P.S. i totally want your blue shirt.
roking. i do believe i'm a convert.
after reading your title, i have "born to run" by bruce springsteen in my head. perhaps you could do a rendition of "born to roke?"
and what's a roking session without "regulators?" the place in the city BEST be havin' that sheeet!
I can't believe nobody took a photo of us dancing to "The Way." I think we're onto something with our 'Old & Grey' move ... it'll be the latest dance sensation like the Macarena or Funky Chicken.
Had a fantastic time and we'll definitely be roking again whenever I return to the City.
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