Recently, my roommate Sarah and I discovered that our local bar, The Brewhouse, has karaoke every Monday night. We've had a fantastic time. It's become our own sort of Cheers because everybody knows our name (and we're always glad we came). I suppose that isn't so hard when you both have the same name, look kind of similar, always come in together and are the worst performers in the joint. But still, we feel special.
I had been out of town last week, so Sarah and I were super excited to go sing out hearts out this week. Since it was Labor Day and everyone knows you can't wear white after Labor Day, we put on every piece of white clothing that we own.
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| What you can't tell in this blurry photo is that I'm wearing fabulous white heels. |
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It was pouring down rain outside and we have no car, but we didn't let that stop us. We bundled up in jackets (and pants for me) and splashed happily to our favorite bar, eager to show off our fabulous outfits. When we got there, we were soaking wet because are jackets weren't actually water proof. We also noticed a suspicious lack of cars in the parking lot. Turns out, it was Labor Day, so the Brewhouse was closed.
So, we turned around and walked in the pouring rain back home. I suppose a lesson we might take away from this is to call ahead. Or invest in rain gear. Or both. But the one thing I regret most about the whole evening was that not once did occur to me to sing "Singing in the Rain" and dance on a lamppost while I was
walking past lampposts and singing in the rain. I mean really, what is wrong with me?
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