My Single Mom Life

Last night was super fun as always. The Tampa crew certainly knows how to have a blast.
We went to the Crowbar in Ybor City, which is slowly degrading into a mess.
I'm glad the TPD was out in force letting these hood rats know they don't own Ybor.

But anyway, Crowbar is actually pretty cool.
It was dead as a doornail when we arrived, but very quickly picked up.
It was karaoke night, and a few local celebs made some appearances, as well as a comedian from Corpus Christi Texas.

Spyder from Psykill, sang several songs. He's an amazingly good singer, many people didn't know who he was, and I just laughed every time one of the drunks I was with said, "Wow, he sings really good. Why's his name Spyder?"
Hahahah
You poor things. You need to get out of the dance clubs, and hit a few local shows once in awhile. *wink*

Fisher from 97x came along with pretty much the entire morning crew, and brought comedian Steve Trevino from Corpus Christi Texas, up on stage to sing a song too.
That of course then turned crazy as Steve picked a girl from the bar goers, to sit on a stool and get a lap dance by Mongo, whom I think came with 97x or Steve Trevino.

Mongo had a sweet bod ladies, and one of our very own drunken cohorts was the lucky gal pulled to the stage for this dance.
There are incriminating photos of the event, but I shall spare her and not post them here.
Steve also talked a few drunken women from the bar crowd to do a body shot off of Mongo.
Some chick named Michelle was uh, I guess, the best body licker, if that's how you determine a winner.
Good job Michelle, you showed Tampa how well you can lick. What an honor. *heh*

Several people from our group did some singing.
Francis has a great voice, sang some country song, "Picture", the duet with Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow, but did really good at it.

Then the group of young girls pretty much yelled through their songs.
Push it, by Salt n' Pepa, and some other one I didn't pay attention to, and then a whole bunch of the druken cohorts, slaughtered Bohemian Rhapsody.
Killed it. And when I say killed, I don't mean the slang for killed which means good, I mean actually killed the song.
Damn.
There's this thing called singing that you do with songs. You should never be screaming into a microphone.
It's vomit inducing, ear bleeding, pain to the death.
Thanks for the headache ladies.
Much appreciated.

Then we all headed for pizza after closing crowbar down, with Spyder and Mike singing Steel Dragons just for Jerm.
I'm glad the DJ got around to that one finally. I thought Jerm was gonna cry if nobody sang it.
Great song.
We all die young.

Jimmy and I headed back to his place and crashed out till about 10:30 or so.
Sat around and talked, drove to McD's for some food, and came home where I slept from about 1:30 to 5:30.
I was super tired, but it was a massively fun night with the crowd.