Last night ended also being this morning, when I spent my first night of karaoke in Melbourne rocking out until 3:00 A.M.
It was a beautiful night of Grease medleys, 90’s pop anthems and half-remembered, slurring lyrics to classic rock songs.
It was being hosted by a backpackers, so I got to sing with a girl from Ireland, and girl from Spain who only knew the lyrics in Spanish, and Brit in black leather, and it was so freaking fantastic.
I love karaoke. Check your pride at the door. It’s all about being able to know that it’s ridiculous, but mostly just fun, so screw it all.