TALES – The Karaoke Habit
For a few years there, I was nursing a rather serious karaoke habit. Three nights a week (usually weeknights when I’d have to be up by seven the next morning), I would stay out past two watching fellow civilians perform songs they sometimes knew. In karaoke, the range of performance style and quality is staggering. For hundreds of strangers across a few hundred songs, I would make a screaming ass out of myself, always very drunk. The majority of my early twenties were primarily focused on planning where to drink and how drunk to get. Usually, this meant karaoke.
Among our group, an incredible community formed, punctuated by …