Baby Mama karaoke

Sarah

After ten years of dodging invites and declining evites, the inevitable happened: karaoke came to me. Last week, my roommate Jeanette broke down or manned up or wizened and bought a karaoke machine, aka hardware for the heart-hungry. But this is not your spinster aunt’s karaoke. This machine has a CD player and a lyrics screen and two mics and a port for an iPod. This is karaoke for the 21st century.

The first night it was home, Jeanette called me. I was at work. “YOU COMIN’ HOME SOON?” she asked. She asked it loudly. She giggled in the pause. “I wasn’t planning on it,” I said. “I’m trying to get some stuff done.”

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE’RE DOING?” she asked. I couldn’t imagine—until I heard my roommate’s voice wafting in from behind her, in a sing-songy fashion: “Come hooooommmmmme, Saarraaaah. Coooome hooome…” There was definitely echo involved.

I thought, “Aren’t they sweet?” and I went back to work. I worked until 10:45. I went home. I was beat. And then I saw them crowded around the little guy—just a little guy—all magenta and grey and looking like it wanted to be R2D2 when it grew up. And I thought, “I’ll humor them with a song.”

At which point I picked out a good one—and spent the rest of the night singing. Eventually to myself. I sat on our recliner, with one leg thrown over the side, one hand (okay, sometimes two) holding the mic. Singing my heart out.

I never liked the idea of karaoke—it’s too public, too drunken, too cliche a part of every movie. Until it came to me. I should have known. Nothing solaces a lonely girl’s heart like some time crooning passion into the ethos cradled by the comfort of her own home.

But Tina Fey—she knew. She always knows.

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* Baby Mama is a surprisingly satisfying—though still probably deserving of its PG-13 rating—movie starring Tina Fey and Amy Poehler. Amy’s the surrogate mom for Tina Fey’s baby, and Amy moves in with her for the duration of the pregnancy. Tina Fey can’t stand Amy’s low class and dirty ways, but she finds herself drawn to the game of Karaoke Revolution—a karaoke video game—that Amy plays all the time. The two women bond over belting it out in the living room. This brings much balm to their wounded plot lines. I mean hearts.


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