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Karaoke: For The Singing Impaired

Recently, I have discovered the world of karaoke.  Over the last few months, one of my local watering holes, Stephen's Green has been having a DJ named Kystle, who plays karaoke.  The first time they had it, I really didn't know what to expect.  The place really isn't that type of restaurant, albeit they do draw a crowd for their weekly music.  The night started off slow with me refusing to sing.  This was partly because a previous time I was tricked into singing Lady Gaga's Bad Romance and that is one hard song to sing when you are drunk.  This time was different.  Well it got up to me and I decided to sing It's Raining Men by the Weather Girls.   Now obviously, the song is great, but there's something about seeing a chubby heterosexual guy jumping around singing this song. Well, I had a little help from some others, so I wasn't embarrassed.  Now I can't wait for it.  Every time they have it, I try and get as many people to come out for it.  The reason isn't so much the karaoke, but there is just something about it that makes people bond.  I love that I can grab anyone t join me and save me from making people endure my tone deaf rythm-less voice.

In the past few weeks karaoke has actually made me some new friends.  Friends of friends have come out and now they are part of the posse.  The greatest part is that this isn't the usual three to four hours of fun.  No, DJ Krystle is the shit.  She stays out and keeps going as long as we want to.  Sometimes til 3, 4, maybe even 5am.  The last time I think we left at 4:30.  My shirt was soaked from all the dancing and I had actually become somewhat sober from the exercise.  I slept well that night...well sort of.

This week is Thanksgiving and the following day, we are set again.  I'm sure the whole gang will be there and maybe even some others.  It was a great time the first time and even though we thought we'd grow bored of it, every time it happens it's better than the last time. How could a guy complain dancing, surrounded by lovely ladies who all feel the need to smack your ass?  Really, does it get any better?  The single best thing about it is as the night progresses, it goes from people coming up and requesting a song they like to Krystle playing feel good music and handing out mics to everyone.  The whole bar joins in and it becomes a sing-a-long.  I know it's become cliche, but there is something about twenty drunken idiots singing Oasis' Wonderwall at 3am that just feels magical.

I've had some of the best nights out of my life in the past few weeks.  I've laughed, I've sung, I've danced with others, I've danced alone.  But the most important thing is that I've done it with people I now consider good friends.  When you are with good friends, you can make the most of any night.  It's just a little better with the Weather Girls!

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