karaoke adventures

Alcohol + music = fun.

I'm no mathematician, but that equation is proven fact. So it stands to reason that combining a bunch of drunk people with a microphone and a binder of songs also adds up to a damn good time. Such was the case last night at Casmirri's, dive bar extraordinaire of the Bensalem area. A rather large and unruly group of us went there last night for some karaoke. It wouldn't make sense to tell you the details of the evening... you really had to be there to fully appreciate it. But most of us got to sing, and we were damn good (or at the very least, damn amusing). Erin & I did a few drunken duets, which were met with wild applause (most likely due to Erin's dancing, and not our singing).

Allow me a small digression... what is it about karaoke night that attracts certain types of people? For example - there is always a "regular" who does the same song every week (and it's usually Patsy Cline's "Crazy"). Then there's the "country western star," just waiting to be discovered. This girl sings like a pro, but no one knows the song she's singing, because, let's face it, who listens to country music? Next we have The Mullet. The Mullet prefers to regale the crowd with an "oldie," most likely a 70's or 80's easy listening tune. There's the crowd of drunk girls, who sing together, and usually wind up alternately screaming the lyrics and laughing uproariously. And finally, we have the comedian. This guy gets up because his buddies dared him to do it. He can't sing for shit, and he covers that fact by goofing off and making up new, often raunchy lyrics to the song.

But it all makes for a fun time. Gotta love karaoke.