Karaoke

It never fails.  I could be up for 20 hours straight without so much as a break, but if the last thing I do is drive for any distance over a few miles, I’ll be wired when I return home.  Insomnia is an old friend of mine.  You might say we share this apartment.  Personally, I wouldn’t mind having her evicted.

Still, it was a good night overall.  Much of the gang was assembled for karaoke.  Given that this group of friends in particular consists of those who appreciate my somewhat sardonic wit, it affords me the opportunity to relax and truly be myself.  Often, too often as of late, I’ll spend half the night trying to figure out whether the new group of people de jour I happen to be hanging out with will be entertained or insulted by my singular brand of sarcastic humor.  Tonight was one of those nights where it was truly open season.  Mama always did say, “Make’em laugh”.  Ok, so maybe it wasn’t my mama.  I’m sure it was somebody’s mama.  It has to be, after all, I read it someplace.

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