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What's most fun is when I do not return to the Tave Cave immediately after work, particularly on a Friday. There was an unprecedented number of bitter, drunken co-workers at McManus after quittin' time last night (and we were joined by my sister, a bitter, drunken alumna of our mutual employer.) Guy Incognito, Ms. Stephanie Staten Island, Brand0, and the lead singer of Lacan's Concept of the Real were just a few of the attendees. Our inflated, booze-happy party ended up at the Lemongrass for karaoke, where we stayed many hours and happily slurred many songs together. Including myself. It appears my birthday karaoke outing broke some sort of singing-in-public barrier with me. I participated in three songs (only one of which was a showtune!)

In fact, the only person who wasn't able to fully enjoy the karaoke experience was, ironically, my little nihonjin, who is getting over a cold and too timid to unleash Japanese tunes on a room full of drunken Guns-N-Roses screaming Americans.

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