While TR and the boy slept last night, I slipped out with some friends for live band karaoke, at a bar that had a bathroom that looked like this. It's very CBGB's, circa 1983.
I rocked 'Sweet Caroline' with the band, which was one of the tamer selections of the evening. Sometimes you have to get your ya-yas out.
Also: After my genius rendition, which apparently went better than I expected, someone asked me if I was part of my friend Jen's "karaoke mafia." I don't know what that entails, but it's definitely a mafia I would want to be part of.
