Guy in bar: "You know who you remind me of?"

Me: "Umm...I dunno, who?"

Guy in bar: "Tina Fey. You're so Tina Fey-ish!"

Me: "Really..."

Does anyone else think this of me? After Friday night's escapade, I have to wonder...

My great summer adventure took me to Arlington, VA on this night.

As we sat sipping white wine and enjoying the fruits of "Free Taco Friday" at the National Press Club, 19th Hole and I began to feel that all-too-familiar rumbling deep within, that in time rises to the top, screaming, "I want to do karaoke. NOW!" Naturally, we couldn't ignore, so we hustled out to VA to seek it out.

We found it at a little place called Freddie's Beach Bar and Grille--replete with track-lit palm trees, pastel tikis and one of the world's more impressive collections of Barbie dolls strung up on the walls. Where the women look like men and the men belt out Selena songs, I got up on a stage of tinsel and disco balls. I gave the liberal patronage my snazzy rendition of one of my favorite broadway ditties, All That Jazz.

Though I always enjoy a good five minutes in the spotlight, a gaggle of loud-and-proud sing-alongs sucked some of the cool out of the experience. Afterward, I returned to my perch near the bar whining about my stolen thunder. Mid-kvetch, I got a tap on the shoulder from the gentleman behind me.

"You were great!" He gushed. "Are you from New York?"

"Yes...how did you know that?"

"You look like you're from New York. You've got it written all over you!"

"Really? How so?"

"You're so peppy and happy and jazzy! You're like the epitome of a New Yorker!"

I wasn't about to disagree, yet I didn't have the energy to explain from where exactly I hail. I kept on listening.

"You are so one of those chicks sitting in a coffee bar in the Village reading some book on crazy philosophy!"

"Oh, you mean like the Feminine Mystique?"

"YES! Exactly!"

It didn't make a lot of sense to me, seeing as I always found the type of show-woman who emulates "Bring It On" and the type of intellectual who sits in coffee bars reading Betty Friedan to be remarkably distinct.

But I rolled with it. He was on to me.

I'd like to maintain that some of the most interesting and eye-opening experiences of my life have transpired at karaoke bars.