The Night Life

Colin with our friend Olivia.

Last night after dinner we went to a karaoke bar someone had spotted. It was by far (1/2 hour) the place open latest. Even the two discos in town only went from 9:00-11:30pm.

I'd never actually karaoke'd before, so singing such hits as Rionel Ritchie's - Herro (yes, I know sp!? that's they way they had it printed on the screen!?), Live & Let Die, and Hotel California outside the solitude of my shower was something new to me. At the end of each song, the colored bar would wipe thru the name of the DJ - Nick Karaoke - Professional, which we'd also belt out.

It was all fun and games until some drunk asshole with a bad voice spilled beer all over me. Granted, that drunk asshole was me, but that's not the point, they should never have let the guy in the place.