Easter Karaoke

It's a long-standing tradition with the Jenkins clan to go all out for Easter. The girls always represent at the annual Easter Drag Races in Hotlanta. Heavens knows, you can't keep that Marsha from inspecting every strange basket she comes across. And if Pinkie's eaten one chocolate bunny, she's devoured the whole darn colony.

Since moving to Looseville, I've been a little disappointed at the lack of hoopla surrounding Bunny Day. Well, since Holly Cost, Ida Claire and I had so much fun at the last holiday weekend karaoke extravaganza over at Woody's Tavern, we decided to throw a big old party there this Easter Sunday. The music gets going around 9pm and won't end until we've butchered every genre we can wrap our velvety vocal chords around.

All three of us have frantically been preparing our Easter outfits. We've even rehearsed our numbers this time around. So after you've spent some time at church and with the family, head on over to Woody's and show off your most elegant Easter bonnet.


Who: Holly Cost, Ida Claire and Daphne Ruth Jenkins
What: Easter Drag Karaoke
When: Sunday, March 23, 2008 at 9:00 PM
Where: Woody's Tavern, 208 E Burnett Ave, Louisville, KY 40208

As a special preview, here's a clip of songbird Holly Cost Jenkins singing Aaron Tippin's "There Ain't Nothin Wrong with the Radio.":



That should whet your appetite for the auditory delights we have in store for you this weekend.

Smooches,
Daphne

After Hours

(Daphne Ruth trying to keep it all together during the wee hours of the morning.)

As promised, here are the final desperate moments from the evening I performed at the zombie-themed party for FuZion Night Club. Naturally, we hung out at the bar for a few cocktails after the show to meet and greet with the audience. After a while, though, I needed a more low-key scene away from the blinding flashes of the paparazzi. So, off to Woody's we stumbled.

The following video was taken there after much alcohol had been guzzled by all parties. Quite fitting on an evening when I performed a little Amy Winehouse, no? In the clip, we take a few loving jabs at our dear sister, Linda Hand Jenkins. I'm sure, she realizes that we only tease here because we love her. After all, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery:



If you're curious and brave enough to want to see the un-edited version of these escapades, you'll have to do a little search on XTube. I take no responsibility for hardship or injury resulting from hysterical blindness.

Smooches,

Daphne