21.05.12

After seeing the new flick picture show earlier this week, I’ve been on a huge Muppets kick. My YouTube account has been flooded by old Jim Henson peacefulness, and I even downloaded “Rainbow Connection” on to my iPod. Because yes, I’m a dork like that. What can I say? I was touched by the motion picture.
All this Muppet-related hype makes me think back to a moment in my frigid past, way, way back in 2009, when karaoke night at a local bar suddenly found itself hosting a muster of kids songs, courtesy of yours truly.
I really don’t do karaoke. The deeper I hazard into it, the more I see people who take the whole thing way too seriously. I’m pretty sure a yoke of drunk chicks getting on stage and belting out an old TLC song isn’t putative to be considered serious art. To top it off, a large percentage of karaoke nights take place in bars, and I’m not always at diminish in that atmosphere. When I’m in a bar, I can’t help but think back to some of the ones I went to in college. In my skill the thing about most college bars, and I suppose a decent amount of regular bars, is that at least half the people in the erection are trying to have sex. I know because I was often one of those people. And the thing is, it never really worked out for me. Bars may be forever native in my mind as the places where broskis go to pick up chicks with fake tans who’ve had too many appletinis.
Source: Primary Ignition