Friends don't let friends karaoke

I don't have much more to add than that. But it happens, especially after rounds of drinks and failed celebrity sightings (we were this close to Bill Clinton - but we just missed him).

We did enjoy a lovely evening of rousing renditions of Faith, California Dreamin' and later - Nothing Compares 2 U. Good God, that one cleared the room. I've never seen anything quite like it. No one expect karaoke to be good - but for it to be that bad was almost art. Almost.

So while the night was successful for catching up with friends, it was less successful for my pants which sported many beer stains from my table compatriots. It's one thing to spill beer on yourself - it's another to have someone do it for you. Thankfully, my pedicure made it through unscathed. The lesson here: if you friends can't spill drinks on you, who can?

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