Karaoke Update: The Swan Song

The day we never thought would come has come at last.

Alastair and Brock in the centre

Thursday we had to say goodbye to our favorite local hangout and primary singing venue (secondary venues include the streets and Supermacs). Grace had gotten in that day and after a short nap we headed into Blackrock with Brittany and Stacy to get some food before the main event. We went to a cute little pub across the street from The Wicked Wolf and got some traditional Irish food, including cottage pie and beef and Guinness pie.

After eating the four of us headed over to The Wicked Wolf in our finest dresses (we all had gotten a little more dressed up for our lasts night), which looked so different in the daylight and it seems like it is a nice bar to go and have a drink in even when you are not being serenaded by the one and only Brock Jones.

And it was a good night. Brock must have dedicated five songs to us, not to mention everyone else just went with the flow and dedicated their songs to us. Brock even changed some of the lyrics to give shout-outs to Chicago and Melbourne. Grace and I decided to sing "Don't Stop Believin'" and the entire Wolf Pack sang "Save Tonight," which had lyrics that described what we felt with painful accuracy (we also attempted to sing "American Pie" with less success). We got "Home" and "I've Had the Time of My Life" dedicated to us by another patron and Alastair, who is in fact auditioning for the X Factor today, was having a lot of fun serenading us with "You Are Not Alone," "You Raise Me Up," and of course "End of the Road." Laura busted out a solo of "Love Song" which was exceptional. The usual girls also sang their standard "Don't Stop Believin'" (even after Grace and I sang it) and "Don't Stop Me Now." There was also an extreme amount of dancing involved.

Laura and me belting

The one downside to our night was the fact that Mark, the raspy voice Canadian, and Stefan, the usual barkeep, were not there. I had Alastair text Mark to tell him that he had to come and say goodbye but he claimed that he was sick. I think Grace was a little surprised to see that most the friends we had made at the Wicked Wolf were old Irish men.

The X Factor

The End of the Road

And then the music stopped and it was time to bid farewell to the Wicked Wolf. We took a couple group pictures with Alastair and Brock and then said goodbye. We wished Alastair good luck on the X Factor and Brock said he was bad at goodbyes so he just said "until next time." We went up to the bar and talked with Eugene, who told us to be good girls and go home. We're going to miss them all.

And on to Supermacs and our usual worker. We all ordered the chicken tenders and laughed at the three Diet Cokes that Laura bought so that she could pull an all-nighter for her exam the next morning at 9 am.