Wheeler: Exhibit B

Day 80 (Saturday Dec 11th)
"You look like the kind of people that would enjoy karaoke"

We didn't do much for the first part of the day, just a bit of Mario on the Wii. Natalie was going to make pizza tonight but she asked me to make the pizza dough. I'll admit that I had a little bit of help from the bread maker but it was mostly me. While the dough was mixing and doing whatever else it does in the break maker (okay, all I did was put the ingredients into the bread maker, I had to measure them though!) we went to the local bar, The Sea Shack (Natalie calls it Sea Sack because she can't speak) for a couple of beers and for Martin's biography. Just before we were about to leave the bar the barmaid said we looked like the kind of people that would be up for tonight's karaoke. We joked about returning later on but I don't think any of us thought we actually would.

Back at the house Natalie prepared the toppings and got Martin and I to roll out the dough, then commenced the cooking of one big veggie tofu pizza with two little meat ones. While the pizzas were cooking we watched my Goonies 25th anniversary videos including the black & white Natalie montage...... awkward but arousing.

One of the little pizzas turned out a big doughy, I assumed Martin had made that one, my one was perfect. The pizza was lovely and I washed it down with some boxed wine because we'd run out of beer. Natalie and I attempted an intellectual chat about vegetarianism but the wine didn't help with that. We then decided we should go out to the karaoke because we were just about tipsy enough for some singing.

It was about 11.30pm when we went out so we weren't sure if the karaoke would still be going on but as we got nearer to the bar we could hear some awful noises coming from within. When I got to the top of the stairs I saw a very large woman hanging off a stripper pole, it was going to be a fun night. Natalie wanted me to sing Walk Like An Egyptian and We Built This City On Rock And Roll with her and I did Hit Me With Your Best Shot on my own. There were a couple having a domestic for most of the night and I even got a little bit of it on video when the guy was singing and pushed his drunk wife off the stage. As we were about to leave the karaoke DJ came up and spoke to us, upon hearing I was leaving the next day he asked us to sit down because he was going to sing a song for me. So the night was ended by an old, bearded, white haired, fisherman-looking Oregonian man singing a Roger Whittacker song about sailing home to England.