I love karaoke, probably for the same reasons that most karaoke lovers love karaoke, and so those of you who love karaoke will totally get this post and those of you who hate karaoke will continue to hate karaoke, because it’s one of those things – like Christmas, monster trucks or black olives – that
In my own ears, I sound just like him
people either love or hate, but there’s no middle ground.
I haven’t been out for an evening of karaoke for awhile, though, because it always starts so darn late. That’s Prague. The action doesn’t generally get going until 11 or so and then carries on until way late. If you are in a club at midnight, you will see a sudden shift in the action. At about 5 minutes to midnight, lots of people leave, because they want to catch the last Metro. Those who are left are planning on partying until they drop, or until the trains start running again at around 5. Then, more people start arriving as some of the tamer clubs close up for the night.
I’m old, and can’t deal with that on a weeknight any more. Anyway, tonight’s event was scheduled to begin during happy hour, from 7 p.m. I got there a bit before 8, it didn’t start until after 9, and it was still a sparse crowd. Still, it was fun. Started off with a couple of people who could really, really sing so by the time I got up on stage I was feeling a bit intimidated.
I like the dual nature of karaoke. The bad singers are fun, too, because hey, it’s a party, and everybody claps for them, too. I’m in this category. I love to sing but, outside of karaoke, I pretty much confine it to the shower. I love the sound of my own voice, but I’m no Enrique Iglesias, that’s for sure.
Also, I needed a night out, a bit of time away from the news of the day. So, Newt’s campaign team all quit. It might not matter, it makes him more maverick-y, but his campaign was probably not going anywhere anyway. In either case, not my problem.
I got to sing “That’s Life” and pretend to be Frank Sinatra for 5 minutes.
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