Hevi Karaoke

Not long ago, I was thinking about my partying habits. As a college student there is a tendancy to drink. As a cook, alcoholism comes with the job! Usually Gin, don't know why. And I was trying to think of the last time I really went out, partied and had a good time. One where you look back and think, shit we drank a lot and had a great time. I had a many of those with Zack (the self-proclaimed "Edgumacated Country Boy) like the time we ended up at Celtic Cross and convinced some poor, drunk Icelander that I was hungarian, he was Romanian, we were 4th cousins, and me talking to some some woman when Zach leans over and tries to whisper (but comes out as a loud shout that everyone at the table behind us and the girl I was talkin to could hear), "Shit, Thom. This girl's gonna fuck you tonight!" Ahh the days. But I haven't had a night like that since, well. . . the night I was fired from my Au Pair job. (sound funny? Kristian sure as hell thought so). so I decided to change that!
Last Friday I was off from the restaurant and Stefan had officially arrived in Finland the year before. We went with an Icelandic girl I first me on the airplane to Iceland 2.5 years ago, two spanish girls (Ruth and Ines) and were later joined by Maitona ( from France). We decided to go to Corner Bar because they were having karaoke but with metal music, dubbed Hevi Karaoke. Stefan said I had to do it. I said no and that I needed strong drink to do such a thing. (There's a reason why I play bass- i can't sing!) but Stefan brought on more beers and we knocked back a shot of koskenkorva with Maitona. Being Stefan's one year in Finland and for everything he and his girlfriend have done to help me out, I decided to do the karaoke. I signed up but Stefan got the idea that I signed him up! He was getting worried, pissed off and nervous. Threatening to get me fired from my job. I just sat there with a grin on my face.
He finall says, "Just tell me the song you signed me up for so i can be somewhat prepared." I replied, "okay, but you have to give me a cigarette first." He hands one over, I light it and respond, "The DJ will tell you when you get on stage." Stefan wasn't too happy with me. and as Zach has pointed out on many occassions when i've had strong drink, "Thom, you're such an ass!"
But the time came and my name was called. I jumped up on stage and changed the pace from all the power metal that had been sung to me belting out "Du Hast!" from Rammstein. Stefan was so surprised. He even jumped up on stage with me to headbang along with some other drunken ya-hoo.
All in all, a good night! So here are some pics that Ruth took. They're a little blurry but still good. Enjoy!