Your most surreal evening...

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(This has been posted before, so apols to ILm regulars...)

This was a pro/am Karaoke evening at "Up the creek", the comedy nightspot in Greenwich, 'owned' by Malcolm Hardee, back in 1991 or thereabouts. Myself and a girl friend (but not...) were 'contestants' amongst various other. I did "Daydream believer" first one on (argh!, she did "Pearl's a singer" last one on while riding a kiddies ride type horse. In between, around fifty other folks (or so it seemed).

Anyway, Kirk Brandon was one of the three judges. My backing track was too high so I sang it sub-basso and it sounded worse than metallica. Kirk's reasoned response was "Mark Grout... Diamond Geezer... What went wrong?" The eventual winner was Wattie out of the Exploited (in civvies) doing "I'm doing it all for my baby" (Huey Lewis song (his baby is 3 years old etc...)

Inbetween time, I get a pizza from the restaurant thing upstairs, Bob Mortimer was there, chatting to a bloke I now recognise as Sean Hughes, upstairs in the 'restaurant'. I had to make the girl I was with promise not to try to shag him if I told her where they were, when I told her. So she went upstairs, and came down ten minutes later and assured me she'd been on her best behaviour.

It only struck me recently how surreal/'strange dreamlike' that evening was. But then, that's how surreal evenings should be.

Anyhow, your true stories?

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 09:02 (twenty-one years ago)

nobody?

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 6 October 2004 13:29 (twenty-one years ago)

guess not.

― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 7 October 2004 06:17 (twenty-one years ago)

Generally, when I have surreal evenings I'm too drunk to remember them very well the next morning.

― caitlin (caitlin), Thursday, 7 October 2004 10:04 (twenty-one years ago)

I went to TIME's 75th Anniversary party at Radio City Music Hall in 1997. I stood five feet away from Lee Iacocca as he hugged F. Lee Bailey. I clicked glasses with George Plimpton, and I saw David Copperfield get into a screaming fight with then-girlfriend, Claudia Schiffer, prompting her to make a tearful phone call from a phone booth I was standing not but seven or eight feet from. Oh, and as a co-worker and I squeezed behind Dr.Jack Kevorkian on the stairs, I turned to my colleague and said, "hey, we've just had a brush with Death."

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Thursday, 7 October 2004 23:39 (twenty-one years ago)

Monday night.

― B.A.R.M.S. (Barima), Thursday, 7 October 2004 23:41 (twenty-one years ago)

Elvin Jones gave me a nickel that he picked up off the ground once.

― Jordan (Jordan), Thursday, 7 October 2004 23:44 (twenty-one years ago)

Friends liberated a large bottle of wine (are they called magnums for wine?) from someone's parents (before we were old enough to buy), sat around after midnight drinking merlot from the bottle on an elementary-school playground in the middle of winter. It was a deleted scene from a David Gordon Green movie.

― miloauckerman (miloauckerman), Friday, 8 October 2004 00:56 (twenty-one years ago)

playing trivial pursuit (drunk as hell with my roomates) in a garage and trying to pretend like nothing was going on as a 4' Ronald McDonald burned in my backyard and spewed smoke into the sky about 100 feet high.

― still bevens (bscrubbins), Friday, 8 October 2004 01:05 (twenty-one years ago)

moving a table and chairs onto the roof of our holiday cottage on rottnest island and drunkenly playing poker up there until the sun came up. the local ranger wasn't too impressed. but the view was nice.

― gem (trisk), Friday, 8 October 2004 01:11 (twenty-one years ago)

The night I was convinced that everything was green and my eye was made of chicken.

― Howard Wine (nordicskilla), Friday, 8 October 2004 01:12 (twenty-one years ago)

Oh, and as a co-worker and I squeezed behind Dr.Jack Kevorkian on the stairs, I turned to my colleague and said, "hey, we've just had a brush with Death."
-- Alex in NYC (vassife...), October 8th, 2004.

Before he was inprisoned, Dr. Death lived on the same road as I do now. Not unlikely at all to see him in a restaurant eating a burger.

Last night was pretty surreal. We were just rocking out like we always do, 2 friends 6 guys Ive never met (one an afroed Slayer fan), in my wet basement as the strobe light rang and the feedback hurt when we got a call from a friend about 2 hours north. We drove to mt. pleasant - middle of fucking nowhere - got there around 3, stayed with a friend of ours named Shane, didn't sleep that night, we were driving and saw a parade so we just drove right into it, fairly soon after we were pelted with candy/beer/whatever anybody had in their hands at the time. We wandered once more into a field where there were tents set up and there was free food EVERYWHERE, so we ate, and later that day we were by a porta potty that had a long, long line, that these girls didn't want to wait for anymore, so the friends would make a human shield as one of them would take a piss on a fence. It wouldn't have been so surreal if they hadn't used me as one of the bodies for said shield. Drove home, found out I'm moving to either Boston or Newark, and fell asleep. Woke up at like 4 in the morning and here I am.

― David Allen (David Allen), Sunday, 10 October 2004 09:49 (twenty-one years ago)

The night I broke into a church, ran like hell from a stand of trees and rounded it all off by dropping stones into a hole to guess it's depth (it was huge) before watching my best friend disappear suddenly as he stepped into a trench mid-sentence.

There was also the night I played Abraham Lincoln at pool, and all the balls started pulling faces cos I'd just been playing Jimmy White's Whirlwind Snooker, but that was acid, so, y'know, you deal.

― Matt (Matt), Sunday, 10 October 2004 21:59 (twenty-one years ago)

Dr. Suess Roads and the Best Tomato.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 10 October 2004 22:06 (twenty-one years ago)

Thursday night. Meeting Lloyd.

― Ally C (Ally C), Sunday, 10 October 2004 22:10 (twenty-one years ago)

Ally, was that really more surreal than the shopping trolley/glitterball/discobabies night?

― ailsa (ailsa), Sunday, 10 October 2004 22:12 (twenty-one years ago)

A different kind of surreal.

― Ally C (Ally C), Sunday, 10 October 2004 22:38 (twenty-one years ago)

The night I:
a) was laughing so hard while walking I almost fell over, at the same time someone I didn't know, but doing the same, passed me going the other way on the sidewalk, thereby increasing the hilarity on both ends
b) was interviewed by Good Morning America as an arbiter of hip with noodle broth running down my chin

― gabbneb (gabbneb), Monday, 11 October 2004 01:51 (twenty-one years ago)

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