A Potluck, worthy of "Flying" Pans !

Well it started out like any potluck with dishes strewn across the dinner table while the chitter-chatter ran amok. This crowd is none like any other I have ever come across. The accountant in the crowd got "Bartender" savvy with his own blend of brandy and spices and insisted that everyone have a taste. The disc jockey went slave to the frying pan, with butter on bread, a sure shot at a cholesterol high. Another brought a Karaoke machine, with no monitor to connect it too. The infamous gambler, once again, collecting $5 for lottery tickets, which nobody ever wins (a habit now being closely watched by all). This party was getting better and better by the second.
Then came the tree topper, the carols singing. The carols printed out neatly, by the hostess, on a few sheets with a few simple carols that all could sing. But it was not easy as mamma's apple pie. Congo drums, a keyboard, marracas and wireless mics entered the foray. The band was given the most unappealing name of "Chaddi Tight Orchestra" (Underwear Tight- for those who have no clue). A seemingly stoned member of the crowd compared this to the "Electric Light Orchestra" (ELO). This was anything but the latter. The crowd unseemingly was now treated to a cacophony of voices and musical talents, a contestant to the bosses 'outbox'.
The off beat singing interrupted by a wailing Feliz Naividad (when lyrics were forgotten) and delving in to Caribbean melodies like "Matilda" and "Banana Boat" ensured a lasting concert worthy of a police intervention. The wailing of voices had the hosts worried that the police raid of the premises, would be a reality. The microphones were inadvertently turned off, rather mysteriously, I might add, at various intervals, much to the disappointment of the singers.
The Christmas carols took a turn for the worse when it hit a 'Desi' regional melody at one stage and then an inexcusable Louis Armstrong rendition of "Let it snow on Blueberry hill'.
"In my uncles car"- a song most requested was, in fact, the worst impromptu blues melody every heard. It was a bad rap twisted and choked at every turn. It died 2-3 verses later, albeit an encore. The booze must have done its trick this time (for those that wanted the encore).
Luckily most of the attendees had work the next day and the host (I am sure of this) breathed a sigh of relief that this riot was finally over. This was something to remember and something the host will hope to forget (Only 15pics posted as a mere courtesy to a potluck gone awry)

PS. No animals were harmed in the singing of the various choruses. There was no copyright infringement of any songs (if you heard them you would understand why). The participants were on a 2-drink maximum due to ride programs across the city (if they had more, perish the thought..musically)..and get this..another jamboree planned for the summer...yikes !!