Karaoke two nights in a row.

The Kitty was packed Monday night. It was harsh. Still, the crowd was impressed with my shit and that's all we care about, right?

Enjoyed the sprinkling; discovered my windshield wipers are superior to the ones on the Altima (or seem to be), since mine actually wipe instead of smear and make things worse.

Tonight it was 66, over on Sunset. Much closer, but damned if I couldn't remember where the hell it was. Finally found the place, though, and had a pretty good time. I'm not sure what the crowd thought of me, since all I got to sing were a couple of Coldplay songs (The Scientist and Clocks). I've done the former a couple of times and I'm still trying to get it the way I want it; the latter was a first and it was surprisingly decent for a first time. I'll add it to the card and it keep it going.

There were bursts of sound that hurt my ears; first, feedback, then when it was over, really loud shitty music designed to get people the fuck out. I didn't realize how harsh it all was until now, after having driven home blasting Stinkfist at a rediculous level. :)

Ah well.