I went to my first ever karaoke party on Saturday night.

It was an…experience.

I learned there are karaoke “types”:

Type 1: The practiced songstress.  She sings beautifully, has clearly done this before and even has a “signature song”

Type 2:  The “in-on-the-joke” singer.  This person gets up, knowing that singing isn’t their strong-suit, but still does it for the fun of it.

Type 3:  The delusional rocker.  This person thinks they can sing; thinks they have star quality, when in reality they are more Sanjaya than The Stones

Going into the evening I would have guessed that I was a Type 2.

Not so much.

My husband thought it would be great fun to video the evening, so I got the pleasure of watching back what everyone else witnessed first-hand.

When you’re singing you can’t really hear yourself, so the video footage was a real eye opener.  Apparently I go more for volume vs. musicality. “Type 3” all. the. way.

At one point during my second song (yes, there were multiple tone-deaf exhibitions)  a fellow party-goer came up and tried to make the song a “duet”.  I nearly elbowed her in the face.

Apparently I am a bit of a spotlight hog. Who knew?

I blame the microphone.  It has powers.

I’m amazed I still have friends.

So to apologize to the universe for degrading the human voice by way of “Summer Lovin'” I made some yummy lime bars.

I’m a salty-sweet gal, so I made these bars with a salty twist on the average lime squares.

The pretzel crust makes them yummy and different.