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Karaoke Cafe

Last Sunday during choir practice, our director handed out invitations to a choir party.  This wasn't just any kind of party, either.  It was going to be at a new place in town called The Karaoke Cafe.  Well, let's just say they had me, right then and there.  I do love karaoke, and I don't even have to get drunk to participate.  Just hand me a microphone, and turn on a Karen Carpenter song, and I'm the superstar I always pretended to be.

So Friday evening, my pal Marianne and I met up with everyone at the Karaoke Cafe.  And immediately, I was in karaoke heaven.  This is no amateur establishment.  They must have about 5,000 songs to choose from, and there's even a DJ who spins the tunes and calls out the singing order.  And it really is a cafe, so there are burgers and fries and drinks you can order.  I even knocked back a couple of raspberry lemonades.

The place was pretty packed, and everyone was really enjoying themselves.  It's a family joint, so there were even little kids who got up and riffed on the latest from Taylor Swift and Avril Lavigne.  I only sang on a couple of numbers - one being "Close To You", by the aforementioned Carpenter's (an Edwards family favorite).  I happened to look into the other room while I was up there, and it was pretty sweet to see some couples out there dancing while I sang.  Later, several of us from the choir even got up to sing "Take a Chance on Me" - really, who can resist ABBA?

Three hours later - yep, three hours, we finally left.  We were both pooped, and I'd spent my voice in singing along with everyone else.  But I hope all my friends are prepared, because my birthday's coming up in May, and I'm giving advance warning that this may just be where I need to celebrate.

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The Perry Family said…
That sounds so fun! Wish we had something like that here. Glad you had a great time. :)
March 22, 2011 at 2:34 PM
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