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               Friday, 
                January 19, 2001 
                  
                Luckily, there were only 5 of us, so we all piled into Jennifer's 
                car and  headed 
                off to Tong's Palace. Now, really, what are the odds that 
                there would be two Chinese restaurant/karaoke bars with rhyming 
                names, even in Vegas? 
              The 
                gang was all there -- Alopekis, Anna Beth, Allison, Hannah (who 
                came up with the brilliant idea of the Vegas SquishyCon in the 
                first place), Carrie, Christine, Mike, Chris, and of course Pamie 
                and the ever-elusive Eric.  
              Pamie 
                was very gracious, thanking everyone for coming and covering  
                most of the introductions.  People talk about kissing up 
                to popular journallers to gain noteriety and hits, but I don't 
                think it's possible with Pamie. As with our 
                first meeting, she was just so nice and funny, it's 
                impossible not to like her. 
              When 
                I first saw Pamie, I told her, "What is this, whenever I 
                see you, you've got Mardi Gras beads on?"  As you can 
                see in the picture, I'd brought a ton of them from New Orleans 
                when I passed through Austin last April.  You can't see Pamie's, 
                but she's wearing them. 
               
                Someone had given her a Pretty, Pretty Princess jewelry kit and 
                just  about 
                everyone had on rings, shiny stickers (shaped like hearts and 
                stars), earrings or necklaces. Pamie had on the necklace (which 
                happened to look like Mardi Gras beads) and, of course, the crown...what 
                with her being the Head Princess and all. 
              I 
                must say, we had some fabulous singing Squishites. Mike 
                sang "My Sharona" and "Tainted Love" which 
                were not only great song picks, but his renditions blew me away. 
              Allison 
                was fabulous on "Islands in the Stream," "Jolene," 
                and "Folsom Prison Blues." A while back, Pamie said 
                she couldn't sing nearly as well as Allison, but I was completely 
                in awe of the Princess' solos: "Natural Woman" and "I 
                Will Survive." Do not doubt the diva that is Pamie. 
              I 
                figured if I got enough drinks in me I, too, might  dare 
                to try this karaoke business.  Pamie threw down the gauntlet. 
                "EricaJackson.com," she said, 'cause that's her pet 
                name for me, "we've gotta do a duet." Now all this time 
                I'd been looking for either a good solo or group song, a duet 
                hadn't occured to me.  I'd had it in my head to do something 
                from Grease, 
                so when she suggested "Summer Nights," it was only a 
                matter of deciding who was to be Sandy and who Danny.  Both 
                of us have deep enough voices to attempt the Danny Zuko part, 
                but I decided she was a lot closer to Sandy than I could ever 
                aspire. 
              I 
                was very relieved when a bunch of other Squishites came up to 
                sing  back 
                up, because I sucked.  I had to start the song and I'd completely 
                forgotten Danny had the first line. No matter, as my mike was 
                off for the first line, then not close enough to my mouth for 
                the second. It is probably just as well that I quit the Carson 
                Young Life Singers -- I probably wasn't destined to a showbiz 
                life. Thankfully, there are no pictures of me from this performance. 
              That 
                was followed up by Hannah's incredible take on "Hopelessly 
                Devoted," because, apparently, a pre-teen Grease obsession 
                is a requirement for Squishy readers. Someone else planned to 
                do another Grease song, "You're the One That I Want," 
                as I recall, but the order got screwed up and someone outside 
                our group went next.  
              Everything 
                after that is fuzzy.  We stayed and drank for a few more 
                hours and then Jennifer and I headed back to our hotel room, which 
                was, amazingly, even smokier than the bar.  
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