Curry Karaoke (Curryoke)

Bad Indian food, cheap tasting expensive wine & karaoke - matches made in heaven. The S@S Gang all went out for 'Curry Karaoke'. It was a simply unforgettable night. We even had Pom-Poms on our table as well as Poppadoms. (Lets not forget the Party Poppers & Blow-Up Guitars).

The night started off very slow with the less than average dinner (there was plenty of left-overs). But dinner quickly disappeared into the abyss & karaoke got into full-swing. Some Mamma-Mia, A Whole New World, You Can Call Me Al...You name the song & i'm pretty sure one of us murdered it. Teehee!!! I had planned on treating everyone to my smooth, dulcet tones, sadly my song never got called. (Much to the delight of my Co-Mentor, who must have sang at least 3 songs). I did drink copious amounts of wine, but was not the drunkest mentor. I blame the alcohol for my attempt at Pole-Dancing. (So glad no-one got it on camera).

After the kind staff (who had put up with our drunken hilarity for several hours) kindly kicked us out (after promising us a free night as we made them a small fortune by drinking the bar dry), we headed to a nearby flat owned by the Hugh Grant look-a-like. We all noisily huddled into his tiny living room (much to the horror of his sister and girlfriend...after all it was after midnight & it was mid-week). The stereo was put on & the drunken banter flowed. Funniest moment was when the Spanish Mentor kept saying "C*nt". My sides were really sore from all the laughing. The Drunken Mentor kept falling over & flashing everyone (& she kept landing on my leg with her pointy elbows). Another mentor thought it would be funny for everyone (around 20 of us) to do some aerobics. He jumped up on to the couch and preceded to teach us some keep-fit. I hope Hugh Grant look-a-like has no downstairs neighbours (because I wouldn't have liked to have to explain what exactly we were all doing that caused all the noise).

The only down-side of the night was that sadly I didn't succeed in my mission (which another mentor & myself had), which was to kiss another mentor, but I was kindly offered a hot-mentors knee to sit on, while Mamma-Mia played and we all sang along. That was nice. Overall, it was a fabulous night & I would highly recommend a night of Curryoke!!!

The Most Wasted of All Days is One Without Laughter

Laughter most certainly is the best medicine. I have spent the last three weeks in hysterics, much to the amusement of my fellow mentors at S@S. All I seem to do is giggle. No matter how bad my day has been I try to laugh as much as possible. As someone once said, "Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward". Not everyday in these last three weeks has went fantastically well. There has been low points, but that is to be expected, considering the fact i'm eating one meal a day and sleeping on average 4-5 hours a night. The job is exhausting, but it is also so rewarding. Laughter is my way to keep my energy level up. Laughing motivates me. It gets me through each day. My co-mentors are beginning to realise that I will laugh at paint drying and that I have several different laughs. I have a cute bubbly laugh, a scary cackling laugh, a loud bellowing laugh, and a santa-esque laugh, to name but a few. I have realised that when I laugh others laugh (at my laugh). We usually all end up in hysterics and I forget what I was even laughing at in the first place. I love to laugh and I like to bring a little light relief to other peoples' days. I don't mind if people laugh with me or at me (due to the fact I have said something completely random, said something too fast or drunkenly that no-one understands, or did something stupid like fall over).

I think the most embarrassing, but absolutely hilarious thing that i've done in the last three weeks was show porn (accidently) to my Young People. It sounds worse than it actually was. Dumb me decided to put on an Enrique Iglesias song (in Spanish) up on Youtube for them to listen to while they were doing their language challenge. Next to the video it said "clips from Spanish day-time tv programme". I put it on, turned my back & started to show off my amazing ability to sing in Spanish. Teehee. I know I don't have the best voice in the world, but when I started to get puzzling looks from everyone in the room, including my co-mentor I began to wonder did I really sound that terrible. Little did I know that the look weren't because my singing. but because of the video in the background. Lets just say, when I turned round, eventually realising the looks were because of the video clip, the Sexy Blonde Woman in the video was in the process of removing her thong. Yes I was mortified!!! I laughed uncontrollably and went a deep shade of purple. What is worse though is that my co-mentor decided to tell every other mentor (about 70 people) what I had done. One of them said "Doesn't surprise me" and an other called me a "Sex-Pest". All you can really do is laugh it off. What can I say really. It's just another day in my hilarious life.