The Vodo has a couple of last class traditons. One is that after the last class, the entire group goes over to Grumpy’s for beer and karaoke. The second is that he never, ever reveals what exactly he’s singing unil he sings it. This year he did Overkill by Men at Work. I nearly peed my pants, because I love that song. In fact, I spent a goodly part of the summer of 2003 obsessed with that song.

Kelly and the Vodo tried valiantly to get me to sing, but I would have none of their nonsense. I am much too shy for such things, especially when I’m sober. I could sit at our table and sing to them all night long, but to get up in front of everyone– gah! my stomach hurts just thinking about it. Of course, I had to have the “No, really, I am shy argument with the Vodo” again. Sheesh.

Kelly was a total rockstar, getting up there in front of everybody and doing Lisa Loeb’s “Stay.” It was funny, because before she got up there she looked so nervous I thought she might puke. What’s even funnier is once she got up there, the Hipsters went crazy. They were singing so loudly that she couldn’t even hear herself. Vodo was totally jealous, he’s all “I didn’t get that kind of reaction.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Stay, is ironic. Overkill, not ironic.”
“Those kids are so ironic, they meet themselves around the back trying to get to the actual meaning.”