Karaoke Night was the entertainment for tonight. We came in kinda late to the show, and entered while an Italian gentleman was belting out Frank’s “My Way”. However, this was the highlight, as everything that came after was abysmal. It seemed like the more alcohol folks got in ’em, the more they thought they could sing. After sitting through a bad Grease duet, “It’s Raining Men” and some crazy Belgian guy trying to keep up with a Queen tune he’d obviously never heard, we called it quits for the night.
So how do you top bad karaoke? Bad movies!
We got back to the room, and once again weren’t quite ready for bed, and started flipping through the channels, landing on some channel that was getting ready to show Pam Anderson’s Barb Wire, which was subtitled something like Ejecutor Del Ãngel, which of course, I read wrong, and thought it meant something about an “angel ejector”, rather than “angel executor”. Needless to say, as bad as that movie was, we got a lot of mileage out of the angel ejector slipup. That one’ll probably live with us for a while!