So I live in the land of preppies. There is only one bar within walking distance (a must for stumbling home, I hate taking cabs), and it is the saddest thing ever. I went with a girlfriend last week and we started a count of all the old people versus the young people. I was surprised because throughout the night it stayed pretty even.
But I think the big draw, for other people, was the karaoke. The bar was kind of fun, people talking, you could hear laughter, and then the karaoke guy got there. And that's when things took a turn for the worse. It was painful, apparently the only songs you could choose from were old whiny ones that most people have never heard of. I just wanted to put some of these pathetic souls out of their misery, they weren't bad singers but the subject of the songs were painful.
The worst part is I'll go back because it's only four blocks away, and they have a pool table.
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dude, ill totally go to a karaoke bar with you! let's go...right now. skip the daily!
oh me too me too! I suck at pool, but I can sing britney spears pretty good when Im drunk...
Sweet, we can all go but I think we should make up some kind of choreographed dance to bust out as well.
I'm going to karaoke stalk you guys and laugh... though also drink. Hey, it's Drew.
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