So I've returned from karaoke, where I performed "Alive" by Pearl Jam fairly well (still having trouble with the musical cues, despite knowing the song), "Union of the Snake" by Duran Duran, and Gorillaz' "Clint Eastwood" (solo, this time). All got pretty decent applause, even before I started singing, so that's cool. The place was practically desolate when we got there. At ten thirty, it was about average and the crowd just kept getting smaller and smaller. Coincidentally, our normal hostess (Wendy) was not there, because she's apparently on tour filling in for a friend of hers. Now, being unaware that this friend of hers (whom we know) was touring, this was a bit of a surprise. Still, we managed to have ourselves a good time. Drinks, singin', talkin', whatnot...you know the routine. Much fun. Definitely the way it's supposed to be.

Oh, and I had lasagna for dinner. Yum. Lasagna rules. Growing up, other people idolized heroes and stuff; I just thought it was all about Garfield...